They called him the MAD ARAB The man who laid our meaning in code While they search for the answer Try to solve the puzzle The truth itself is in the code Only true believers are worthy of his work. Hidden in the sands Buried in the desert! MASTER now his name. The talismans, the keys, the gates Will open the door to a black world To horror, to terror For eons they ask: is it true or false? Well, a question it will remain forever The answer will evoke when the game is over! The book is written in spells Which only we understand. The book of the dead Gives the living its meaning The man who wrote of what he saw Of what he learned tales of the black world And the spirits beyond He risked his life for us to taste Of another world, A soil with only one side to its truth The MAD ARAB they called him Master in their eyes Possessor of the code, About the truth, it's all to come.