The son of a shepherd, Abdul Alhazred
Traveling in the mountains, the mountains to the east
One night before him, there stood that giant rock
Three symbols carved in blood
He built a fire at its root
To protect him from the wolves
The Mad Arab
He would understand
The Mad Arab
It was in his hands
Later that same night, awoken by wolfen's cry
The Arab cold with fear, saw the rock began to rise
Rise
The son of a shepherd, Abdul Alhazred
Shivering he saw Them coming, the mountain's evil priests
Black robes came together, around the floating rock
3 symbols in the dark
They all started chanting ancient songs
It was prayer in unknown tongue
The Mad Arab
He would understand
The Mad Arab
It was in his hands

Daggers held high to the sky
The chanting had turned to screams
From the pit where the rock had been
8 snake-like monsters came
And the priests burned in red
And the priest had turned their heads
The blood running from their chests
Had the Arab scream in horror
Giving himself away
The Mad Arab
He would understand
The Mad Arab
It was in his hands
Run down that mountain side, oh but they had seen him
The priests had caught his scent
Running faster
They're chasing him
Can't go no faster
They're still behind
Aaaah NO!!! They're closing in

Copyright: Fintage House Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): HANK SHERMANN, KIM BENDIX PETERSEN