To the sanctum innermost
No human soul may go
But human body one must boast
If one desires to know

No undead wraith nor ghost there
No puppets dance on strings
To breathe the inner sanctum air
One must be a human thing

The Witch Queen made her sanctum
And this trap it does protect
What lies within is mute and dumb
For all but its architect

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