The Curse Of Arabia

The following morning.

Confused by the happenings of last night he seeks advice at the church nearby.

The priest now reveals to him is true nature.

One thousand and one moon ago

In darkest age of yore

Man praid to 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 moon ago

In darkest age of yore

Man praid 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!