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Lesions of pharaohs, exposing decay

Righteous in ruin, the serpent's astray

Flight in the darkest hour

Specters never dream

Carry away the lifeless eyes

And pierce the night with the cries of a thousand slaves

Serekh of Horus, mark lonely tombs beneath

Thousands of years left enslaved

Cross the rivers current, of bodies as they fray

Reciprocate their frightened hopeless gaze

Years upon years and hours in this mortal vein

Restlessly watching the people burn

Architects of ruin, weakest of the kings

Who lay in wait for centuries where darkness never leaves

Will you suffer now?