[Verse 1] Golden sun on burning sand, A crown alone with fate in hand, Steel and silence, eyes like fire, He walks the line of king and pyre. Found you lost where gods don’t tread, Breath like thread, a soul near dead. Clothed in storms, not born of Nile, Still he carried you that mile. [Chorus] You are a thread not meant for this loom, Spun from a time that whispers doom. Yet here you lie beneath his gaze, Unwritten ink in ancient days. Will you betray, or will you stay? The stars don’t speak, they shift away. But in his hands, you feel the flame— The Pharaoh calls, and speaks your name. [Verse 2] Isis sees what eyes can't show, Your soul unbound, your past unknown. Seto warns with sword and scorn, A shadow prince from power born. But Atem still, with heart held fast, Won’t let your presence be your last. The Puzzle stirs, the gods may scheme— Yet he stands guard between dream and dream. [Chorus] You are a thread not meant for this loom, Spun from a time that whispers doom. Yet here you lie beneath his gaze, Unwritten ink in ancient days. Will you betray, or will you stay? The stars don’t speak, they shift away. But in his hands, you feel the flame— The Pharaoh calls, and speaks your name. [Bridge] In the stillness of his guarded throne, You see the man who stands alone. Not just a king, not just the sun— But someone lost, like everyone. [Final Chorus] You are a thread not meant for this loom, Yet now your path defies the gloom. In tangled time, in fated flame, You hold his hand and speak your name. Will you remain, rewrite the sky? Or vanish like a whispered lie? Whatever comes, he’ll bear the strain— For Pharaoh’s oath is not in vain.
