In the land of myth and tales the forbidden temple lies Hard to reach, hard to find Jungle surround that ancient place Already the last priest is dead, no one alive It is the secret of the old temple Where no one stepped in for the hundred of years Because of the fears It is the unknown hidden place Near by the door, broken by storm An unknown symbol is It's dark with dust and turned in black But it shining without light No reasons for these odd events, is it not true? We are the living masters of life Who have to behave and have to be brave So what we are save We have fences all over the place We can't tell truth, no clear thinking Does the temple influence us all? No true exist in front us all Isn't that all possible Try to think and understand about place Of the temple If it gets destroyed and burned down We will live again Already the last priest is dead, no one alive It is the secret of the old