| Dead of night in days of old
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| Men were fierce but none so bold
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| Called him crazy and insane
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| But none dare take his name in vain
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| Carved in stone soon death prevails
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| Dangerous warning soon entails
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| Chipped away with blood and sweat
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| Now passes on his evil debt
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| To those who touch this sacred place
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| In any time from any place
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| Who desecrates this sacred tomb
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| Shall die by legacy of doom
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| Years gone past his grave remains
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| A rotting corpse with none to gain
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| Still untouched by those who dread
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| An evil curse upon their heads
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| Time marches on and cities expand
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| Superstitions ignored by now modern man
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| One did dare to challenge the tomb
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| He now rots in hell, a warning of doom
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| So take heed of this warning given to you
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| If you ever should cross a cursed tomb
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| Leave it alone and do turn away
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| Or bear the evil curse 'til your dying day |