Pharao

The golden mask reflects the morning sun, Across the dunes, the ancient rhythm’s run. A thousand slaves carved stone beneath the heat, To lay the world right at the monarch's feet. The Sphinx is watching, guarding secrets deep, Where mighty kings in granite chambers sleep. From river banks where papyrus reeds grow, The legacy of power starts to glow. Oh, Pharao rise, the rulers of the light, Commanding shadows in the dead of night. They walk the path where gods and men collide, With crowns of gold and empires as their guide. The Nile flows on, a witness to their reign, Immortal glory rising through the pain. The serpent coils upon the royal crest, No mortal man can put their strength to test. In tombs of velvet, silence fills the air, With treasures kept in chambers everywhere. The hieroglyphs speak legends of the past, Of dynasties they built to ever last. From Karnak pillars to the starlit sky, A soul ascends, destined not to die. Oh, Pharao rise, the rulers of the light, Commanding shadows in the dead of night. They walk the path where gods and men collide, With crowns of gold and empires as their guide. The Nile flows on, a witness to their reign, Immortal glory rising through the pain. Dust to dust, the monuments remain, Eras vanish, yet their ghosts sustain. Through shifting sands and winds that howl and blow, The majesty of kings begins to show. They held the crook and flail with iron hands, The silent masters of the burning sands. Oh, Pharao rise, the rulers of the light, Commanding shadows in the dead of night. They walk the path where gods and men collide, With crowns of gold and empires as their guide. The Nile flows on, a witness to their reign, Immortal glory rising through the pain. The sun descends, the shadows stretch out long, Within the wind, I hear their ancient song. Kings of the sands... Forever they stand... Pharaohs... (Fade out)