We climb on broken stairs, crawling beneath the depths of sunken ruins Every corner hides horrible faces made from darkness and nightmares Glyphs and sigils, dim riddles and writings on the walls of lost halls What kind of malevolence Can build this tracts into hell Lost in dungeons of Ungor-Hel To never see sunlight again Sculptures of nameless gods watching our steps with their grim stone-cold eyes Traps and secret doors, pa**ages to unknown of deep obsidian vaults Torches are fading out, sublime ma** of dark, something is here with us Deep into the heart of dungeon they approach And Seekers in the dark their steps still watch With fading light they gaze into the main hall Where guardian of Ungor-Hel sits on cyclopean throne [GUARDIAN OF UNGOR-HEL:] IMPERTINENT MORTALS YOU DARE TO INTRUDE MY SLUMBER ?! I SHALL HARVEST YOUR SOULS UPON YOUR RENDED BODIES MUAAH ! [SHADOWLESS:] Draw your swords ! Prepare for battle ! Blades of iron, steel and mithril face now fangs, claws and horns Beast howl in rage charge to hero`s stance d**h in struggle, hate and anger, berserk raging, blood is raining Red is armor of d**h wounded warrior Rend his scales and tear his entrails out