In the Valley of the Kings

Beneath the burning desert sky, A golden crown, the falcon’s eye, The Nile remembers every name, The Pharaoh rises, robed in flame He walks where gods and mortals meet, With sandals on the timeless street, The people bow, the statues stare, He breathes the silence of the prayer O Pharaoh, child of Ra’s bright fire, Builder of tombs, of dreams, of pyres, Your deeds are carved in stone and sand, Your beauty rules a haunted land He raised up temples, vast and tall, Painted the heavens on their wall, But whispers hide in shadowed halls, Of slaves who wept, of chains, of calls The poets sing of lotus bloom, Of love eternal, past the tomb, Of river songs and night’s embrace, Of death that never shrouds your face O Pharaoh, child of Ra’s bright fire, Keeper of law, of wrath, of lyre, Your words are stars, your throne the sun, Yet all return when time is done 🎸 And in the Valley of the Kings, The scarab stirs its hidden wings, For even stone must one day break, And all the gods their silence take O Pharaoh, child of Ra’s bright fire, Builder of tombs, of dreams, of pyres, Your deeds are carved in stone and sand, Your beauty rules a haunted land