Throughout the Burg
Where all souls are lured
All is quiet
Until a sound is heard.
A ghastly call
Rings through the halls
The Soul shivers
He's prepared to brawl.
Quick to his stance
Leaving nothing to chance
The challenger approaches
And with him a +5 lightning lance.
Within the praise of the Sun
The battle has begun
Weapons cross
But the Soul's reaction is second to none
All that remains is a puddle of blood
And from it humanity rising above
At ease, 'til another ghastly call
And from the Soul's lips an exhausted "Ahhhh!"