Oh Dark Citadel, my Dark Citadel, Phallic beacon straddling dense forests, Why do you gaze languorously so, Toward the eastern throbbing rivers running red? Longingly do you sigh and look, upon the sight Of the gap 'tween the twin peaks of the glades.
In your halls lurk with shrouded creatures with biting hands and nimble feet. They seek to rend holes in their victims... Holes only which you, Dark Citadel, may fill.