Horus' eyes hovered watching over the graves of time...! Biban el moluk, necropolis, it's ghostly, opressive, desolate and hopeless...! There is no bird singing and rain only seldom touches your body.
Back on the sea of sand under the moon fly on the wings of time, feels like eternal june.
Horus' eyes hovered watching over the graves of time...! Biban el moluk, necropolis, yesterday as today, the air stifling the sun burning that there is no bird singing in rain only seldom touches your body.