In a valley of no sound,
buried under desert ground,
enclosed by night without one star,
lies the vault of Nephren-Ka.
It calls and calls!
It calls and calls!
Where isolation dies alone,
an ancient deathlessness does throne,
shun by the light of Amun-Ra,
that is the vault of Nephren-Ka.
This Nether-Netherworld is crowned,
by rotten sorcery abound,
where on old bones the ghoul-fiends gnaw,
in the vault of Nephren-Ka.
It calls and calls!
It calls and calls!
And the unsound fingers,
still grasp a crystal by its will.
Bedded on an ill altar,
the remains of Nephren-Ka.
Where isolation dies alone,
an ancient deathlessness does throne,
shun by the light of Amun-Ra,
that is the vault of Nephren-Ka.
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