A sacred place
Beyond the city walls
A great obelisk
Of Iron Stone
Swords and axes shoved in
For city glory
City guards kneel while
Priests pray and tell the stories
Can't foresee
Any mischief
From sacred grove
Can't foresee
In your armor
You'll be stoved
Iron Stone draws all armor
With men inside
At the very moment
They're fried alive
Can't get free
From the grip of Iron Stone
Plates and mails melt,
Burn flesh to the bone