Temple Of The Dead

A hymn for the praise of the setting sun

In ancient

Egypt my home

Child of Horus catch the morning star

To the Elysian fields we will go

The god at the top of the staircase

The usurper that weighs our hearts

In your court

I deliver my soul

To be coming forth by day

North, south, east and west

My bones lay all around

My shadow will soon get rest

To higher ground

I'll be bound

In the temple of the dead

I am the moongod who dwelleth among the dead

I shall not perish in heaven or earth

I've cleft the horizon,

I've passed through the underworld

I have divided the heavens and scattered the gloom of night

To sail the northern heaven

With the sacred eye of stars

The white crown

I bear forever

The immortality of my soul