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 He can't believe the things he does who 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 Eldritch words only man can speak Mystic runes, they must keep alive Into bed, and feign deep sleep
Tú 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 The elder race