Beyond the Coast of Cartage old

The Tower of Sitova Grows

The ice glows red and air grows cold

Within the reach of Skyfall Hold

Down deep below the icy snow

The waters roar and the earth moans

And tales of old tell fame and gold

For those who enter Skyfall Hold

Within the walls of this abode

The secrets you wish known unfold

The knowledge of all to be told

To those who enter Skyfall Hold

For those of strength and minds of bold

Seeking this place is death foretold

For in the night you will behold

The Lich who creeps in Skyfall Hold