A sacred place Beyond the city walls A great obelisk Of Iron Stone Swords and axes shoved in For city glory City guards kneel while Priests pray and tell the stories Can't foresee Any mischief From sacred grove Can't foresee In your armor You'll be stoved Iron Stone draws all armor With men inside At the very moment They're fried alive Can't get free From the grip of Iron Stone Plates and mails melt, Burn flesh to the bone