A trip down the nile
To the valley of kings
Into the land
Where the scorpion stings
There is a legend
That you must take heed
Beware of the howl
Of the lycanthrope king

As you enter the tomb
A cold chill fills the room
Your heart starts to race
From a foreboding doom
A trickle of sweat
Runs down your face
Silently wishing
You never came to this place

Scratches and blood
Etched into the walls
Skeletal remains
Litter the halls
The smell of rot & old treasure
Fills the air
As you enter the darkness
You can sense the despair

The wind starts to whistle
As the moon fills the sky
Carrions sing the song
Of those about to die
Awakening the king
Amongst his cursed loot he lies
Howl of the wolf
From the dessert sands he will rise

Wrapped in torn linen
Covered in fur
Blood lust in his eyes
A horrid wrath he will confer

Lycanthropy pharaoh

The door shuts behind you
There's no where to go
Trapped like a rat
In this blackening hole
The sound of heavy panting
And the dripping of drool
You tremble in fear
You gold seeking fool

Gnawing, gnashing
Snapping of jaws

Ripping, tearing
Slashing of claws

Blood, flesh
Fly through the air

Arms, legs
Tossed without care

A meal fit for a king
Through the halls of this dark tomb
Your screams will ring

The king of the pharaohs
The king of the damned
The king of the werewolves
Rules over the dead

Guarding his riches
With malicious intent
With a guttural howl
To hell you are sent

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