Behold the gothic city of Dis

Where ghouls lurk beneath the black abyss

Screams of agony play like ballads

While unscathed is the lofty palace

Untouched by cruelty is the saffron garden,

Gilded by beauty but internally relentless

The dead and ghoulish have left their souls hardened

Hardened as the flowers grow restless

Restless to feel the tongues of the chthonic horde

If they dare set foot upon Saffron's Garden.

Their arms grow flabby and fatigued

From the insufferable waiting for the horde

Saffron's Garden awaits relief

And put these ghouls to the sword,

If they dare defile Saffron's Garden.