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Through the perilous sands

Across the desert we roam

to find the treasure long lost in the tomb

of the serpent king buried below

His crooked fingers curl

round the glittering stone

We will find the serpent’s eye

or the waste will cover our bones

We come as thieves

but we will leave with the spoils of kings

Down we will delve

through the den of the dead

The children of Set

Wind beaten ruins surround

the black glass tomb of the master of the dead

Its too late to run

so with torches lit we descend

down into the dark

Through the maze we trod

past stonework wrought to poison the mind

Something slithers in the deep beyond

Draw your steel and fight for your lives!

We come as thieves

but we will leave with the spoils of kings

We will claim the eye

or we will die where we stand

Coiled in death

by the children of Set

For so long we’ve waited for men to come

We will baptize them in blood

The ritual will make him whole

and all the world his own