Warned about the way that they say-the dead lie at rest
Unless, someone disturbs their sleep
Keep your people away-we told you to stay & let
Their souls rest in peace
It’s the least that you can do-we never meant harm to you
Fools-listen to what we say
Stay here & you’ll die-this is the last time
We warned you first of the curse-stay here if you want to die
We think there’s nothing sacred-we’ll enter with a bribe
We’ll find what’s yours and take it-we will rob you blind
We don’t have much to offer-we’ve always made the rules
We’ll profit off your treasures-we’ll sell your gold & jewels
You go ahead & stop us, we’ll have your village burned
You’ll just have to trust us-when will you ever learn?
Off to the burial grounds-in search of corpses rotting from centuries ago
Looking for a key from the past-digging up answers we’d thought would never last
Down into the waiting hole-the greed is written in my eyes
At last, the time has come that I will discover history’s forgotten prize
It’s time to get a chance to see the decaying bodies right before my eyes
Hoping that I will be recognized as the master of archaeology
Modern grave robbers-there’s pieces of the puzzle still left
Body Snatchers-paid to dig up the dead
Resurrectionists-with sadistic intent
To raise them, display them-for all the people to (visit) the rotting
Bodies…flesh
Daring enough to be the one to be the one to take the risk
And go inside despite all their begs and pleas-into the sacred crypt
Discover all there is to see-undeniably the first
To go inside and still be alive to leave-unafraid of the curse
Forgotten were the long lost memories & the treasures of the dead
Until now-recovered are the bodies-with the crowns upon their heads
