The ring is a path to another tomb

The dead abhor sunlight

Only a jewel can tame the frog

Bow as the dead god intoned

Into darkness descend

My Version

The endless ring, a path to mirrored tomb

While death-touch’d servants cringe at sunlight’s burn.

To tame the lurking frog, a jeweled boon

Then bow to the commanding god in turn.

Descend in darkness, onward to your doom.