Born of alien virus..

"Ra... Ra... Horus... Horus..."

Shackles bite the limestone dust
Flesh for the feathered sun
Whips of gold, commands of rust
Slaves, the useless ones

But above the Sphinx, a second dawn
Rotors in the sky
Not Ra’s boat—a metal horn
Horus hears their cry

Aliens in the pyramid core!
Warp gate under the floor
Horus kneels to the grey-eyed lord
Slaves build what they can’t afford—
A STAR GATE!

They tuned our worship to a signal band
The Book of Dead—a user’s manual in their hand
Pyramids are landing lights for ships of bone
Horus is a parasite upon a cosmic throne

Scarab bots in the burial sand
Mummies wired to the grid
Pharaoh’s blood keeps the frequency manned
Skinless slaves stay hid

Anunnaki eyes in the jackal mask
Glyphs of laser beams
Ask the god—he has no answer back
Just a parasite’s wet dreams

YOU LIFTED STONES FOR MY FALSE LIGHT!
I AM NOT THE GOD OF NIGHT—
I AM A SLAVE TO THE STAR VIPER!
BUILD THE GATE... HIGHER... HIGHER!

"Horus... Horus... Horus...
Born of alien virus..."

"The pyramids... are listening..."