They say the screams of terror from
The dying slaves & the loyal
We're drowned out by the noise from
The blazing fires & sandstone walls
Which separated them from the
Procession outside who chanted
& 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 &
Fear of the pyramid
In the valley of the kings