Legends always say   The dark one makes his play   With uncautious men      Lie in his name   From inner egypt came   Don't fear his word   Don't go to his den      The strange dark one to whom the fellahs bowed   Silent and lean cryptically proud   Worming into your mind   Driver you mad   Like the snake which can find   What is bad   Biting with sharp teeth   Your frail reason   Scratching in your mind beneath      Frantic crowds are under his commands   Wild beasts follow him and lick his hands      The shadow of the Nile   Who gnaws your soul   The bright of black smile   That your mind stole   The shadow of the Nile   In desert storms   The old one who beguiles   Takes diverse forms      Through the mindless void   He leads you   Claws he had deployed   He bleeds you   "The messenger I am   Know the fate:   There is not peace in the gate"