Necros Christos Visceras Of The Embalmed Deceased
Hega-maat-re
Setep-en-amun
Placed in his tomb
The soul does wander
The land of the dead
Pondereous slumber
The flesh has been drained
From the liquid of life
Dormant reign
Candles do fade
The light's nearly gone
Darkness invades
Through the amduat
Comes an apostle of doom
Mouldering sanctum
Visceras of the embalmed deceased