Cemetery’s master, patron of embalms
The one between of all them
He keeps the underworld gates
He saves those that enter in his kingdom with glory
Caring for graves and leaves his sign



King of Gods, his name is occult
Lord of the Luxor and Carnac’s temples
His light is the sun, his life to this land
His skin is the yellow sun
His people who cross centuries
Carrying his name and legacy



But listen the enemy of the sun
Darkness, the chaos' face
Goddess serpent of the underground world
She never falls as sleep
And the fear spreads in these solitary lands
But below of the sacred sycamore
Born the power, infinite kindness
His force was won by the light Ra
His body was destroyed in the deepenings of Nun
Creating labyrinths underground
Greed for the power, to the crown
Took the eyes, little king eyes



Blessed for the King of Gods
He destroyed the disorder and the chaos’ Seth
Blessed is who has the Eye of Horus.