The Mad Arab

The son of a shepherd, Abdul Alhazred
Travelling in the mountains
The mountains to the east 
One night before him
There stood that giant rock
3 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 [bad word] 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 priests had turned their heads
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] down that mountain side
Oh but they had seen him 
The priests had caught his scent [bad word] faster... They're chasing him 
Can't go no faster... They're still behind 
Aaaah NO!!! They're closing in...