In his hovel, Nantu stirs How to unleash the ancient curse? A rotten torso, so it seems Conceals the object which he seeks Mortal means all fail in turn No force can crack, nor fire burn An incantation or a key? Reveal the answer, speak to me On the horizon Black smoke doth rise None who trespass here Shall leave alive As the night falls Clouds lay heavy on the sky Yet through obstruction The demon star still shines