The Mad Arab - Mercyful Fate/Kim Petersen/Hank Shermann

Written by：Dick Miles/Bob Hilliard

The son of a shepherd Abdul Alhazred

Travelling in the mountains the mountains to the east

One night before him there stood that giant rock

3 symbols carved in blood

He built a fire at its root

To protect him from the wolves

The mad Arab he would understand

The mad Arab it was in his hands

Later that same night

Awoken by wolfen's cry

The Arab cold with fear

Saw the rock began to rise rise

The son of a shepherd Abdul Alhazred

Shivering he saw them coming the mountain's evil priests

Black robes came together around the floating rock

3 symbols in the dark

They all started chanting ancient songs

It was prayer in unknown tongue

The mad Arab he would understand

The mad Arab it was in his hands

Daggers held high to the sky

The chanting had turned to screams

From the pit where the rock had been

8 snake-like monsters came

And the priests burned in red

And the priest had turned their heads

The blood running from their chests and daggers

Had the Arab scream in horror giving himself away

The mad Arab he would understand

The mad Arab had to run away

Run down that mountain side

But they had seen him run

The priests had caught his scent

Running faster they're chasing him

Can't go no faster they're still behind

Ah no they're closing in