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Buried and damned,

At the entrance of the valley of tangled hills,

The monolith arouses infinite greed

Ill-fated be all those who hold in contempt

The curse will fall upon anyone who dares profane this tomb.

The curse will fall upon you!

Thick woods and mountains guardian and protect

The monument to the beloved muse.

Wretched mourning and wealth

Lay underneath the secrets of the crypt

You are now doomed to failure,

Ruined, lost and fallen.

You’ve been condemned

By the imprecation of the mausoleum.

In a silence meant to endure the passing of time,

Beneath the marble and concrete walls,

To remember the bravery, courage and will

That remain beneath the stars.