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