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?