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

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



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 priests burned in red

And the priest had turned their heads

The blood running from their chests

Had the Arab scream in horror... Giving himself away

The Mad Arab... He would understand

The Mad Arab... It was in his hands

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...