One thousand and one year ago
in darkest age of yore,
man prayed to the ancient gods
and lived by secret lore.
One ancestor of thine
whose blood runs in thy vein
who travelled all the seas
was said to be insane.
So in one fateful night
when clouds did hang the moon,
he crossed the river Nile
and settled our doom.
In the strange realms of Arabia
he fell to gem and gold
and in his greed he cursed ye all
by a spell of old.
Temples were made,
built by thousand hands
and evil did create
gold from the desert sands.
Gem on gold - stone on bone
… and all did pray to great KUTULU!
One thousand and one year ago
in darkest age of yore,
man prayed to the ancient gods
and lived by secret lore.
Grand evil was invoked
just one word can describe,
KUTULU was the bane
that rode the winds of night.
Great riches he did bring
to those that served his deed,
but death and doom was cast
on folk not of his seed.
All women have been stained,
filled with his black cum,
his malice runs in thee,
be cursed KUTULU's son!
Temples were made,
built by thousand hands
and evil did create
gold from the desert sands.
Gem on gold - stone on bone
… and all did pray to great KUTULU! (2x) |
