They say the screams of terror from The dying slaves the loyal Were drowned out by the noise from The blazing fires sandstone walls Which separated them from the Procession outside who chanted sang aloud on this their most Ceremonious of nights Spirit of pharaohs Rise to The stars Their mortal shell stays In the Valley of the Kings Worship the pharaohs Children Of gods Their earthly symbols In the Valley Of the Kings The unheard cries of the tortured Souls lay buried deep in the bowels Made thick unearthly air with a sense Of sinister foreboding Even the cold night sky saw not a Cloud nor star was moving Caught in the crossfire of sadness Fear of the pyramid In the Valley of the Kings
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