The Bandar Sign

There is a symbol in history, that was one of Three
 The others could be used alone, but one must never be shown
 For if seen with the naked eye, your soul will eternally die.
 Visions of the Mad Arab, 3 Seals of Masshu, a ritual being performed.
 Priests of Nar Marratu, Conjuring Great Kutulu, from Sunken Varloorni.
 The Bandar Sign, The space, between the lines
 The Bandar Sign, From the Tree behind.
 Conjuring the Fire God, Lord of The Watchers, Who Dwell in Ancient UR
 Three symbols on a stone, glowing flaming red, Gate to The Outside
 The Gate Walking Ritual begins, shedding their human skin
 Dressed in black hooded robes, their faces began to glow
 Chanting their ancient prayers, these evil soothsayers
 In a language quite unknown, their silver tongues shown
 Chanting ancient lines,
 waving gleaming knives, the stone began to rise
 Underneath the floating stone,
 arose a mighty stench, appears a serpents tail
 As it slithers from the hole,
 followed by many others, the ground began to tremble
 The Priests chanting hysterically,
 as they cut into their chests, as their blood flows to the ground
 Seeing this in horror, and letting out a scream, now I have been seen
 Interrupting their ritual, their eyes fell upon me, sealing my Fate.
 As I ran into the night, I stumbled and fell, and turned to fight
 As I looked all around,
 just robes on the ground, no bodies could be found
 All that remained were piles of slime,
 no other trace could I find, Was this all in my Mind?