[Verse 1] Under the blood-red sun, the city lies still, In halls of gold, where secrets kill. Shadows move, a tome reclaimed, But in their wake—a curse unchained! Spells uncoil, the tomb doors break, Eyes like embers in darkness wake. A Mummy Lord stirs, hunger untamed, Whispers of death now call his name! [Chorus] (Ohhh) From the dust, from the grave, The lion’s pride is bound to fade! Ash and shadow, blood and sand— Urik gripped by a dead king’s hand! (Ohhh) Hear the wail of the cursed undead, The city grows dark, souls quake in dread! [Verse 2] Spectral chariots tear through the square, Noblemen scream, caught unaware! Obsidian blades cut like a scythe, While Templars pray to the Lord of Might! From the tower high, the Lion King stands, Power surges at his command! Sorcery clashes, death and might, A tyrant and a corpse ignite! [Chorus] (Ohhh) From the dust, from the grave, The lion’s pride is bound to fade! Ash and shadow, blood and sand— Souls fall by a dead king’s hand! (Ohhh) Hear the wail of the cursed undead, Darkness spreads, where the cursed souls tread! [Verse 3] Sunlight breaks on ruins charred, The Lion stands, his flesh unmarred. The Mummy Lord’s bones lie black, But whispers rise—the curse looks back. The battle is won, but wrath remains, Vengeance rides on shifting plains. Across the sands, the storm will rise, Fire burns in the Lion’s eyes! [Final Chorus] (Ohhh) From the dust, from the grave, The lion’s wrath will never fade! Steel and sorcery, blood and sand— Tir will fall by the Lion’s hand!