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They say the screams of terror from
The dying slaves & the loyal
We're 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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