作词 : Morse, Walsh
Tomb 19 was sacred a thousand years or more
The Mayan king was restless, a curse upon the door
His shrouds of royal fabric, his journey to be made
To offer spirits good and evil fourteen beads of jade
The jade had ancient power or so beliefs allege
To anyone who plundered they would drive him to the edge
If you take the treasures of 
Tomb 19Let the curse remind you
Take the treasures of 
Tomb 19But never look behind you
On the walls of limestone temples were medallions craved in stone
Describing what was waiting in the eerie catacombs
Though time leaves them in ruins their silhouettes pervade
To guard the kings and heroes and the fourteen beads of jade
If you take the treasures of 
Tomb 19Let the curse remind you
Take the treasures of 
Tomb 19But never look behind you