Son Of Tutankhamun

Something doesn't feel right

There's a howling around midnight

Is it good or is it mean?

There is nothing yet to be seen

Nothing looks to be just what it seems

Following us right into our dreams

A pair of eyes are glowing in the dark

Leaving full confusion as a mark

An echo from some thousand years ago

A voice that tells of misery and woe

Wandering around under the moon

Waiting to return into the womb

All you see is fantasy

Or do you dare to believe he's there?

Have no fear for he is here

To trick us fools and once more rule