#000|The ruins of|a once beautiful city|lie here.|
#001|Much of that which was|once a city, lies underwater,|excepy one small hole!|
#002|An empty citadel,|the walls hold no enemy.|Or do they?|
#003|The smell issuing from|the last standing tower,|must surely come from hell.|
#004|"Help Wanted"|reads an old, old sign!||
#005|Ruins,|Ruins,|Ruins!|
#006|The monks of Ghalana|pray here in silence.||
#007|Skeletons line the fallen|walls, some of which are|from races never seen before|
#008|"Treasure Hunters Beware"|reads the sign over the gates,|"No future lies here!"|
#009|This temple is dedicated|to the God Prada, who|flies the sun across the sky.|
#010|Large footsteps lead|to these tombs!|Real large footsteps!!!|
#011|Beaten and Forgotten,|One wall remains,|The rest is below ground.|
#012|The ground around|these fallen stones is|black as the armpit of hell.|
#013|Very little remains here|of the city that was.||
#014|Trees have taken over these|walls, causing them to|crumble to the ground!|
#015|Sutekh's Priests pray|here, his disciples|prey elsewhere!|
