They say the screams of terror from
The dying slaves and the loyal
We're drowned out by the noise from
The blazing fires and 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 and
Fear of the pyramid
In the valley of the kings
