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