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Black MummyAnd black dry tears rolled down my empty orbitsWhile you remember with sorrow your ancient splendour The colossal pomps of this whitered remote times And yor regret impotent your depressing existence You oh pharaon, you oh so great and lofty king You without peace are now obliged to be derided Exposed into a museum for the pleasure of masses of courious They don't understand the tragedy of your poor remains. To be a black mummy! And now you return to that fatal cursed day First you had power and shortly afterwards were dead! Bonded at those ragges bandages for arcane doom You hear again the strange words of the nile's priest That you consacrated immortal as your ancestral will With holy bandages, the oils and unknown baptisms And at last this strange state that you've never forecast Dead among the living and alive among the dead! |