Through dark halls and bloodstained windows

Rot-weakened floors and torch-burnt ceilings

Death-tinged wails filled the reeek

The hero, bold, and shiny, and clean

Stepped through the entry way and

crept toward his absolute death

Brandishing his trusty Gallbringer

He battled with thousands of Satan's finest

And thus, he grew cocky

Much as the turtle had done in the rabbit's slumber

So did a zombie upon the hero

He beat him