Shifting inside patterns
The division multiples
Echoing the mystery

Mimicking the slide
Sound searching slowly
Below the flaming web

Moving with his eyes like fire
With his jackal-head


(With his jackal-head)

Give it all to birth

Give it all to life
Take it all for granted
Until we turn and die


She answers with her staff
Silence from her breath

Silhouettes of temples falling
Visions of certain death
Hand lift it from the pocket

The prophet falls to red
The sacrifice is offered
To his jackal-head


(To his jackal-head)


(Chorus)

He who defiles the tomb of the pharaoh

Shall surely find swift death
He who defiles the womb of the
Pharaoh's queen

Shall surely find swift death