| There is a symbol in history, that was one of three
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| The others could be used alone, but one must never be shown
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| For if seen with the naked eye, your soul will eternally die
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| Visions of the Mad Arab, the three seals of Masshu
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| A ritual being performed
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| Priests of Nar Marratu conjuring great Kutulu from Sunken Varloorni
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| The Bandar Sign
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| The space, between the lines
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| The Bandar Sign
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| From the tree behind
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| Conjuring the fire god, Lord of The Watchers
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| Who dwell in ancient Ur
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| Three symbols on a stone, glowing flaming red
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| Gate to the outside
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| The Bandar Sign
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| The space, between the lines
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| The Bandar Sign
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| From the tree behind
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| The gate walking ritual begins
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| Shedding their human skin
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| Dressed in black hooded robes
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| Their faces began to glow
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| Chanting their ancient prayers
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| These evil soothsayers
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| In a language quite unknown
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| Their silver tongues shown
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| Chanting ancient lines
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| Waving gleaming knives
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| The stone began to rise
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| Underneath the floating stone arose a mighty stench
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| Appears a serpent’s tail
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| As it slithers from the hole, followed by many others
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| The ground began to tremble
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| The priests chanting hysterically as they cut into their chests
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| As their blood flows to the ground
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| Seeing this in horror and letting out a scream
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| Now I have been seen
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| Interrupting their ritual, their eyes fell upon me
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| Sealing my fate (Sealing my fate)
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| As I ran into the night, I stumbled and fell
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| And turned to fight
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| As I looked all around, just robes on the ground
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| No bodies could be found
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| All that remained were piles of slime, no other trace could I find
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| Was this all in my mind?
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| All in my mind |