Wake one day, get out of bed Drop your Choc Dip as you look outside There's a glowing pyramid on the edge of town Its presence there comes as a surprise
Bony hands that claw and scrab, dessicated devils from the past Anachronistic corpses escaped from the lab, stiff limbed invasion that came on too fast News reports are confused, talk of bandaged maniacs causing much ado Slow moving menace that overwhelms the town, it's hopeless to fight now their claws are on you
Fear of fire – there's nothing you can do Evils conspire – the jackal-headed god beckons you
Borne to the pyramids, no use to shout, they can only speak in hieroglyphs See the doors marked ‘locals in', ‘mummies out', oh dear god don't let it end like this Production line of evil that pickles your skin Conveyor belt of terror stuffs amulets in Dehumanizing mummifying like a day spa gone wrong Then they send you out a mummy to do evil carry-onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
