And black dry tears rolled down my empty orbits
While you remember with sorrow your ancient splendour
The colossal pomps of this whitered remote times
And yor regret impotent your depressing existence
You oh pharaon, you oh so great and lofty king
You without peace are now obliged to be derided
Exposed into a museum for the pleasure of masses of courious
They don’t understand the tragedy of your poor remains.
To be a black mummy!
And now you return to that fatal cursed day
First you had power and shortly afterwards were dead!
Bonded at those ragges bandages for arcane doom
You hear again the strange words of the nile’s priest
That you consacrated immortal as your ancestral will
With holy bandages, the oils and unknown baptisms
And at last this strange state that you’ve never forecast
Dead among the living and alive among the dead!