Hor-em-akhet over Kemet Death-trance embalming of the dead The coffin pool beneath Waset Dead lights do mourn sarcophaget Pyramidion obscene Nilotic tribe's crownfall foreseen The soul does reach kadingir-ra The tomb was left by ib-scheut-ba Dead monarch's reign of time and space His soul descends into the maze His spirit dwells in the cold void Necropolistic body cult The flesh's sanctum Leather tongues whisper in thy tomb Stone like eyes of kingly masks Mingled with their corpse's wax Behold Foul vessel of the wind Ascend All snakes in Egypt's sand The pharaonic dead In shrines they dress in darkness Sech-em-re sched-taui ankh-ra Thieves break in the pyramidia Candles lit, descend the steps Into the grave of blessedness Open the box, exhume his face Eyes open wide, mocking the grave's haze Sarcophagi burn, amulets do bless The slender throat of Nubhka-es