Possessor of the Code - Arallu

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.