| Look through the mystic door at the hidden depths
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| which all men share.
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| Long and hard was the war when man usurped the earth
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| Last to fall the serpent men, driven into the waste
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| and left to die.
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| They return as priests of their evil cult in human guise
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| Back to the palace, puts in trust in a man
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| he does not know
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| Can’t believe the things he does who
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| His very chamber underlined with hidden halls
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| There is no idead what this night will befall
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| From the wars of old
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| Etched on all men’s souls
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| Eldrich words only man can speak
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| Mystic runes, they must keep alive
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| Into bed, and feign deep sleep, Tu-the counselor-knife bared
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| creeps. |
| Traitor slayed his face doth change, there leers
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| in its stead a vile serpent’s head.
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| Can’t you see they’re coming back to rule the world again
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| Plot revenge through their evil cult — the serpent men
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| He looks out and wonders, which are men and which are not
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| He speaks the eldrich words, which he was taught
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| They rush the dias, victory finds defeat
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| Burst through the throne room, some one in his seat
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| Blades unsheathed, totem’s face
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| Which will win, tiger of snake?
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| Fight ensues, traitor slayed |