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.