Charn

Musty and silent the halls drab lay:
A red sun shines on its last day,
On the empire of Charn.

Her call the bell hangs steady,
An evil Empress silent and ready:
Jadis sleeps till her time.

Started in wisdom till you heard,
Such deep dark secrets of the cursed,
Charn and the deplorable word.

The gates are blasted Professor Kirk
It will be your duty to undo the work
Of that dying land of Charn.