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Look through the mystic door at the hidden depths

Which all men share

Long and hard was the war when man usurped the earth

Last to fall the serpent men, driven into the waste

and left to die.

They returned as priests of their evil cult in human guise

Back to the palace, puts his trust in a man he does

not know

Can’t believe the things he does show

His very chamber underlined with hidden halls

There is no idea what this night will befall

From the wars of old

Etched on all men’s souls

Etched words only man can speak

Mystic runes, they must keep alive

Into bed, and feign deep sleep

Tu-the counselor-knife bared creeps.

Traitor slayed his face doth change

There leers in its stead a vile serpent’s head

Can’t you see they’re coming back to rule the world again

Plot revenge through their evil cult – the serpent men

He looks out and wonders, which are men and which are not

He speaks the eldritch words, which he was taught

They rush the dias, victory finds defeat

Burst through the throne room, someone in his seat

Blades unsheathed, totem’s face

Which will win – tiger or snake?

Fight ensues, traitor slayed

To purge the earth, the promise is made