| Song | The Mad Arab |
| Artist | Mercyful Fate |
| Album | Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : King Diamond, Shermann | |
| The son of a shepherd, | |
| Abdul Alhazred | |
| Travelling in the mountains, the mountains to the east | |
| One night before him there stood that giant rock3 symbols carved in blood | |
| He built a fire at its root | |
| To protect him from the wolves | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, it was in his hands | |
| Later that same night | |
| Awoken by wolfen's cry | |
| The Arab cold with fear | |
| Saw the rock began to rise, rise | |
| The son of a shepherd, | |
| Abdul Alhazred | |
| Shivering he saw them coming, the mountain's evil priests | |
| Black robes came together, around the floating rock3 symbols in the dark | |
| They all started chanting ancient songs | |
| It was prayer in unknown tongue | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, it was in his hands | |
| Daggers held high to the sky | |
| The chanting had turned to screams | |
| From the pit where the rock had been8 snake-like monsters came | |
| And the priests burned in red | |
| And the priest had turned their heads | |
| The blood running from their chests and daggers | |
| Had the Arab scream in horror giving himself away | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, had to run away | |
| Run down that mountain side | |
| But they had seen him | |
| The priests had caught his scent | |
| Running faster, they're chasing him | |
| Can't go no faster, they're still behind | |
| Ah no, they're closing in |
| zuo ci : King Diamond, Shermann | |
| The son of a shepherd, | |
| Abdul Alhazred | |
| Travelling in the mountains, the mountains to the east | |
| One night before him there stood that giant rock3 symbols carved in blood | |
| He built a fire at its root | |
| To protect him from the wolves | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, it was in his hands | |
| Later that same night | |
| Awoken by wolfen' s cry | |
| The Arab cold with fear | |
| Saw the rock began to rise, rise | |
| The son of a shepherd, | |
| Abdul Alhazred | |
| Shivering he saw them coming, the mountain' s evil priests | |
| Black robes came together, around the floating rock3 symbols in the dark | |
| They all started chanting ancient songs | |
| It was prayer in unknown tongue | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, it was in his hands | |
| Daggers held high to the sky | |
| The chanting had turned to screams | |
| From the pit where the rock had been8 snakelike monsters came | |
| And the priests burned in red | |
| And the priest had turned their heads | |
| The blood running from their chests and daggers | |
| Had the Arab scream in horror giving himself away | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, had to run away | |
| Run down that mountain side | |
| But they had seen him | |
| The priests had caught his scent | |
| Running faster, they' re chasing him | |
| Can' t go no faster, they' re still behind | |
| Ah no, they' re closing in |
| zuò cí : King Diamond, Shermann | |
| The son of a shepherd, | |
| Abdul Alhazred | |
| Travelling in the mountains, the mountains to the east | |
| One night before him there stood that giant rock3 symbols carved in blood | |
| He built a fire at its root | |
| To protect him from the wolves | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, it was in his hands | |
| Later that same night | |
| Awoken by wolfen' s cry | |
| The Arab cold with fear | |
| Saw the rock began to rise, rise | |
| The son of a shepherd, | |
| Abdul Alhazred | |
| Shivering he saw them coming, the mountain' s evil priests | |
| Black robes came together, around the floating rock3 symbols in the dark | |
| They all started chanting ancient songs | |
| It was prayer in unknown tongue | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, it was in his hands | |
| Daggers held high to the sky | |
| The chanting had turned to screams | |
| From the pit where the rock had been8 snakelike monsters came | |
| And the priests burned in red | |
| And the priest had turned their heads | |
| The blood running from their chests and daggers | |
| Had the Arab scream in horror giving himself away | |
| The mad Arab, he would understand | |
| The mad Arab, had to run away | |
| Run down that mountain side | |
| But they had seen him | |
| The priests had caught his scent | |
| Running faster, they' re chasing him | |
| Can' t go no faster, they' re still behind | |
| Ah no, they' re closing in |