Days of a white king, darkening
Mind of desert, heart of emerald, pharaoh
To infernal valleys, let us go
To build our own throne, king of kings
On the altars, we will pile up
Fall to our knees to abide
Rise up for they have chosen
Where the stones will lie, on his immortal home
Raise this foundation with stones
Cut from the spine of the Earth
Blocks on his mastaba
Forming the steps to the sun
His light shines
As the weight bends our backs and our minds
Still we search for the crown of this reign
Miles away, the trailing star
The endless skies, devour us all
Miles away, the trailing star
The endless skies, devour us all
Bound into nothing
Miles away, the trailing star
The endless skies, devour us all
Bound into nothing
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