Razor

Dead of night in days of old
Men were fierce but none so bold
Called him crazy and insane
But none dare take his name in vain
Carved in stone soon death prevails
Dangerous warning soon entails
Chipped away with blood and sweat
Now passes on his evil debt
To those who touch this sacred place
In any time from any place
Who desecrates this sacred tomb
shall die by legacy of doom
Years gone past his grave remains