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Enter the jungle of accursed greed

Follow the dark path soaked in unborn blood

The witchdoctor waits with Secrets Untold

Black magic rituals from time unknown

Present to the shaman a stillborn child

Prepared in accordance with ancient rites

Its flesh dried out and petrified as stone

Anointed with oil from the chin of a corpse

At the next full moon in the witching hour

Sepulchral incantations raise the dead

With skin greenish black and eyes glowing red

In hellborn evil, the Toyol is raised

Necromantic sorcery binds the slave

Eternally serving through generations

Commands of its master must be obeyed

Sent out to steal in the shadow of night

Creeping out in search of all hidden wealth

Beady red eyes pierce every secret place

Small claws grasping any treasured objects

Its victims mourn with the coming of dawn

Diabolic child nursed with human blood

Murderous intentions toward the master's sons

Wealth and power come at too great a cost

Your soul forever damned to the final hell