There he stood before the black Iron Throne, Watching the dreadful Creature of Bone On it's Fingers gleamed Silver and Gold Fear battled Greed, would his Luck hold? Long he stared at the fearsome Dead King, Then he reached up for a golden Ring With flaring Eye-sockets the King grabbed his Hand And spoke with a Voice that was dry as Sand: "At last I'm awake, I'm finally Free The Curse has been broken, shattered by thee So, foolish Mortal, thou dare to steal from me For that thou shalt die, but Undead thou'll be My Servant for Eternity!" "NO!"