The son of a shepherd, Abdul Alhazred Travelling in the mountains, the mountains to the east One night before him, there stood that giant rock 3 symbols carved in blood
He built a fire at its root To protect him from the wolves...
The Mad Arab... He would understand The Mad Arab... It was in his hands...
Later that same night, awoken by wolfen's cry The Arab cold with fear, saw the rock began to rise... Rise
The son of a shepherd, Abdul Alhazred Shivering he saw Them coming, the mountain's evil priests Black robes came together, around the floating rock 3 symbols in the dark
They all started chanting ancient songs It was prayer in unknown tongue...
The Mad Arab... He would understand The Mad Arab... It was in his hands
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Daggers held high to the sky The chanting had turned to screams From the pit where the rock had been 8 snake-like monsters came And the symbols burned in red And the priests had turned their heads
The blood running from their chests and daggers Had the Arab scream in horror... Giving himself away
The Mad Arab... He would understand The Mad Arab... Had to run away
Run down that mountain side, oh but they had seen him The priests had caught his scent Running faster... They're chasing him Can't go no faster... They're still behind Aaaah NO!!! They're closing in...