Throne of the Nile

Beneath the burning eye of Ra,
The desert breathes eternal law.
Pyramids cut through the sky,
Stone-born kings who never die.

Golden masks and sacred names,
Hieroglyphs in halls of flame.
From the Nile the empire rose,
Where the blackened river flows.

Sand in the lungs, fire in the veins,
Drums of the dead break iron chains.
Under the moon, beneath the stone,
The gods awaken on the throne.

Throne of the Nile, rise from the sand,
Pharaoh’s command over the land.
Thunder of Ra, serpent of night,
Egyptian fire burning bright.

Throne of the Nile, shadows crawl,
Anubis waits beyond the wall.
Through death’s gate and judgment’s trial,
We march beneath the throne of the Nile.

Obelisks point to cosmic signs,
Stars align in sacred lines.
Scarab wings and cobra eyes,
Guard the tomb where silence lies.

Osiris calls from the underworld,
Ancient banners are unfurled.
Mummified dreams in linen bound,
Secrets sleep beneath the ground.

Sand in the lungs, fire in the veins,
Syncopated drums like desert rains.
Under the sun, beneath the stone,
The gods awaken on the throne.

Throne of the Nile, rise from the sand,
Pharaoh’s command over the land.
Thunder of Ra, serpent of night,
Egyptian fire burning bright.

Throne of the Nile, shadows crawl,
Anubis waits beyond the wall.
Through death’s gate and judgment’s trial,
We march beneath the throne of the Nile.

Tritone curse in the temple air,
Polyphonic screams of a godless prayer.
Speed metal storm through the burial hall,
Hear the jackal-headed judgment call.

Ra! Osiris! Anubis! Set!
Names carved deep that none forget.
Ra! Osiris! Anubis! Flame!
The desert still remembers the name.

Drums strike hard like ritual knives,
Ancient souls begin to rise.
Guitars collide in serpent scales,
Deathless kings in golden veils.

Throne of the Nile, rise from the sand,
Pharaoh’s command over the land.
Thunder of Ra, serpent of night,
Egyptian fire burning bright.

Throne of the Nile, shadows crawl,
Anubis waits beyond the wall.
Through death’s gate and judgment’s trial,
We march beneath the throne of the Nile.

Dust to dust and bone to stone,
A buried god on a golden throne.
When the final scarabs crawl,
Egypt rises above us all.