Enter the jungle of accursed greed
Follow the dark path soaked in unborn blood
The witchdoctor waits with Secrets Untold
Black magic rituals from time unknown
Present to the shaman a stillborn child
Prepared in accordance with ancient rites
Its flesh dried out and petrified as stone
Anointed with oil from the chin of a corpse
At the next full moon in the witching hour
Sepulchral incantations raise the dead
With skin greenish black and eyes glowing red
In hellborn evil, the Toyol is raised
Necromantic sorcery binds the slave
Eternally serving through generations
Commands of its master must be obeyed
Sent out to steal in the shadow of night
Creeping out in search of all hidden wealth
Beady red eyes pierce every secret place
Small claws grasping any treasured objects
Its victims mourn with the coming of dawn
Diabolic child nursed with human blood
Murderous intentions toward the master's sons
Wealth and power come at too great a cost
Your soul forever damned to the final hell

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