Kansas - Tomb 19 lyrics

The Mayan king was restless a curse upon the door

His shrouds of royal fabric his journey to be made

To offer spirits good and evil 14 beads of sale

The jade had ancient power or so beliefs allege

To anyone who plundered they would drive him to the edge

If you take the treasures of Tomb 19

Let the curse remind you

Take the treasures of Tomb 19

But never look behind you