Rush across the erodent Dark Cloud Desert
Dodge between the Flaming Black Rope Fetters
Tolerate the offensive Screaming Tortures

Fall straight down into the Iron Web Layers

Faces scraping, eyes gouging, poison feeding, teeth prying

Brains crushing, maggots digging, bones ripping, heads smashing

The ghost troops have failed to tie Tsing-guan down

Powered by hate, he'll leave them spellbound

Bellies slashing, ribs poking

Backs breaking, tendons splitting
Hands burning, knees slamming
Feet cracking, bowels twisting


The ghost troops march on
As Sing-Ling Temple shakes

Down in the cellar; Tsing-guan's spirit fades