Far away in a wood land zone To a temple that's covered with moss Came a blackamoor with companions On a day windy, nasty and moist
Being exiled from their present home They could find their asylum here Now to serve the gods they all day and night Preyed upon all the viators near
Faith is not something that should turn you into deranged Use mind and think wise
A statue of goddess with arms open wide Guaranteed all the visitors rest Later down in the vault, have forgotten of care The wayfarers drank wine without haste
Meandering tunnels and numerous doors Under the temple of tods Held special chambers where sleeping guests were Sacrificed in the name of the gods
Faith is not something that should turn you into deranged Use mind and think wise