As I ride across these ancient sands,
I see the reminents of a once great empire:
Fallen into a blackened ruin, of sorrow and despair.
I see them hanging from their necks:
Crimson stained sands mark where they once stood,
For now their souls are trapped for eternity.
Now I must enter the Pharaoh's tomb,
As he stands before me:
Scythe in hand.
Blackened eyes.
No skin just bone.
An ancient headdress.
Serpents begin to pour out of his eyes,
The walls start to cave in:
Crumbling fortress of death.
I see nothing but him,
And a light along a darkened path.
I see your Aura of Light
Deceiving my eyes,
For something you're not.
You are a demon, not a god.
These wings you possess,
Are but a mere illusion:
Drawing me near,
To my deepest, darkest fears.
I see your scythe
Glowing red, as the halls begin to collapse
And the ceiling starts to bleed.
I feel my soul,
Leaving me.
As I fall to my knees;
At your surrender:
I am a part of you.