Cemetery’s master, patron of embalms The one between of all them He keeps the underworld gates He saves those that enter in his kingdom with glory Caring for graves and leaves his sign
King of Gods, his name is occult Lord of the Luxor and Carnac’s temples His light is the sun, his life to this land His skin is the yellow sun His people who cross centuries Carrying his name and legacy
But listen the enemy of the sun Darkness, the chaos' face Goddess serpent of the underground world She never falls as sleep And the fear spreads in these solitary lands But below of the sacred sycamore Born the power, infinite kindness His force was won by the light Ra His body was destroyed in the deepenings of Nun Creating labyrinths underground Greed for the power, to the crown Took the eyes, little king eyes
Blessed for the King of Gods He destroyed the disorder and the chaos’ Seth Blessed is who has the Eye of Horus.