A rotting corpse remains preserved
Receptacle of the spirit of a king
Sarcophagus was sealed
With all his treasure
And on the walls the paintings bore a curse

Death will attack
With its trident
For those who disturb the Pharaoh!

For a thousand years
The curse remained
Asleep beside the king
Sarcophagus was raped
Affronted by greedy
The Gold shines awaking the evil side

Death will attack with its trident
For those who disturb the Pharaoh!

Rotting
Devouring your lungs
Waning
Drying out to the bone
Growing
No cure nor control
Cursed by Disease

I’m the one who expelled the robbers out of the grave with the flame of the desert
I am the one who protects the tomb of Pharaoh

Burn
Time to Learn
Fate
Too late

Seeking the true treasures
Beyond Consciousness
Seeking the true treasures
The key that opens all doors

Death will attack with its trident
For those who disturb the Pharaoh!

Rotting
Devouring your lungs
Waning
Drying out to the bone
Growing
No cure nor control
Cursed by Disease