Obrero 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
