Far away in a wood land zone
To a temple that's covered with moss
Came a blackamoor with companions
On a day windy, nasty and moist
Being exiled from their present home
They could find their asylum here
Now to serve the gods they all day and night
Preyed upon all the viators near
Faith is not something that should turn you into deranged
Use mind and think wise
A statue of goddess with arms open wide
Guaranteed all the visitors rest
Later down in the vault, have forgotten of care
The wayfarers drank wine without haste
Meandering tunnels and numerous doors
Under the temple of tods
Held special chambers where sleeping guests were
Sacrificed in the name of the gods
Faith is not something that should turn you into deranged
Use mind and think wise

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