| Hooded in the mists of time in distant lands of dust
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| Here they live and forge the steel that carves out human lust
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| Thulsa Doom his flesh and bone control of all that’s fake
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| Lifting head and staring eyes that guide the sinful snakes
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| The truth that lies within the riddle of steel
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| Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel
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| Armies of followers who are guided by his throne
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| Blindly walk to Thulsa’s steps that foot the black kings home
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| On and on the warrior that stalks the beast that killed
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| The families of his friends and foe that fall unto his will
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| The truth that lies within the riddle of steel
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| Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel
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| Snakes that come together over palaces of pain
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| Gates of flesh that open up to let in acid rain
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| All the smells of blasphemy are deep within this hall
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| Writhing here in ecstasy awaiting Thulsa’s call
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| Stretching out and forged in steel a blade drwn from his arm
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| Searching for the sacred neck to cure the world of harm
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| Slashing through the snakelike scales deep into the core
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| Splitting into bone and blood and settling the score
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| The truth that lies within the riddle of steel
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| Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel
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| Steel steel steel steel steel steel steel steel steel |