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The following morning. |
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Confused by the happenings of last night he seeks advice at the church nearby. |
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The priest now reveals to him is true nature. |
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One thousand and one moon ago |
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In darkest age of yore |
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Man praid to ancient gods |
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And lived by secret lore |
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One ancestor of thine |
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Whose blood runs in thy vein |
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Who travelled all the seas |
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Was said to be insane |
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So in one fateful night |
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When clouds did hang the moon |
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He crossed the river |
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Nile And settled our doom |
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In the strange realms of |
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Arabia He fell to gem and gold |
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And in his greed he cursed ye all |
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By a spell of old |
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Temples were made |
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Built by thousand hands |
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And evil did create |
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Gold from the desert sands |
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Gem on Gold |
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Stone on Bone ... |
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And all did pray to great |
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KUTULU! One thousand and one moon ago |
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In darkest age of yore |
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Man praid to the ancient gods |
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And lived by secret lore |
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Grand evil was invoked |
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Just one word can describe "Kutulu" was the bane |
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That rode the winds of night |
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Great riches he did bring |
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To those that served his deed |
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But death and doom was cast |
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On folk not of his seed |
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All women have been stained |
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Filled with his black cum |
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His malice runs in thee |
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Be cursed |
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Kutulu's son! |
