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A realm there is, inaccessible to the Nobles

Outside the feelings of the blind Atlantians

Inaccessible, yet real

Imperceptibly find its way to the Land of- Conquerors

The hidden realm is a fusty land

Zog is its hideous master

He rests at the riches once stolen

From the Noble Warriors and their People

Zog is one but composed of vermin

Only vermin dwells in his estate

But he rules also those creatures

To which his name is unknown

Many heads of saurian drip venom of blindness

And opium of masses

He wields the drug of illusions and colourful- pictures

Thus the world denied his existence

But lo! Not every Atlantians stays sleeping

Some still serving the hidden betrayer

Eagerly they prepare the drug

'Cause they strive for saurian's good graces

But lo! The Nobles stay up

There are Hammers at their necks

They fight the betrayer's priests

They struggle to awake their brothers from slumber

For their fight against the rule of the saurian -

Hail to Them! And Glory till Death