In Dreadrock Dungeon's darkest lair
Resides a King once bright and fair
Alone upon his throne of stone
A crown upon his skull of bone

His mortal soul he stowed away
To hide it from the light of day
He bound it to a golden ring
And thus became the undead King

The Undead King, you shall not face
Unless you know the undead place
Where hidden deep his relic lies
For while it lasts, he never dies

So don't you pass the dead King's gate
Where countless heroes met their fate
And dare not seek the Dead King's throne
In Dreadrock Mountain's tombs of stone