The depths whisper echoes, a fear expressed audibly
Cold, dark and damp, the builders prepared the tomb
To be buried beneath a monument built in most solidly
The room protected from ravages of time and erosion
Explorers, found the coffin, in the odd shape of a womb
Sealed tightly, kept from sight, the purpose unknown
But one thing was known, the curse was given plainly
To whomever enters this place, you will taste of death
Your ignorance will cause a curse upon your kin
A vile dreadful plague upon your descendants
Dying from a slow growing malignant doom
