Valley hidden in sand
The ocean of desert
In halfway between
Dream and real world
Called Ubar, called Irem
What have you concealed? Cyclopean city
Capital of the undead
Bodies of the higher race
Bearing within cavern
Subterranean world
Half reptilian beings, they are waiting
And this day will come
Strangers and followers, great pillars
Abhorrent structures, passion and taint
Empty quarter of our world
Sordid minds of generation
From beyond symbol of all
What is condemned
