They say the screams of terror from
The dying slaves and the loyal
Were drowned out by the noise from
The blazing fires and sandstone walls
Which separated them from the
Procession outside who chanted
And sang aloud on this their most
Ceremonious of nights
Spirit of pharaohs
Rise to the stars
Their mortal shell stays
In the valley of the kings
Worship the pharaohs
Children of gods
Their earthly symbols
In the valley of the kings
The unheard cries of the tortured
Souls lay buried deep in the bowels
Made thick unearthly air
With a sense of sinister foreboding
Even the cold night sky
Saw not a cloud nor star was moving
Caught in the crossfire of sadness
And fear of the pyramid
In the valley of the kings