Older Than the Ancients - Alchemist

Here I’ll carve the tale of the land we explored

Stranded in a place I thought was fertile and calm

I didn’t know what hostile world laid ahead

We were protected, Anubis judge of the dead

Cursing the insects search for water in a sunburnt land

We will go forward, I will persevere and never look back

So they called me a son of a god, ironically as they laid me to rest

Twice bitten, twice struck

Lost motherland has swallowed us up

I didn’t know what hostile world laid ahead

We were protected

Anubis judge of the dead

Read the glyphs they tell my story

I’m the lost Pharaoh’s son

Seeking out the ancient myth of the great southern land

Never again to see the waters of Mer

Stuck within this southern land

We can only defer