The Curse Of Arabia - The Vision Bleak

(The following morning, confused by the happenings of last night,

he seeks advice at the church nearby

The priest now reveals to him his true nature.)

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 traveled 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

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