The Pharaonic Dead - Necros Christos

Hor-em-akhet over Kemet

Death-trance embalming of the dead

The coffin pool beneath Waset

Dead lights do mourn sarcophaget

Pyramidion obscene

Nilotic tribe’s crownfall foreseen

The soul does reach kadingir-ra

The tomb was left by ib-scheut-ba

Dead monarch’s reign of time and space

His soul descends into the maze

His spirit dwells in the cold void

Necropolistic body cult

The flesh’s sanctum

Leather tongues whisper in thy tomb

Stone like eyes of kingly masks

Mingled with their corpse’s wax

Behold

Foul vessel of the wind

Ascend

All snakes in Egypt’s sand

The pharaonic dead

In shrines they dress in darkness

Sech-em-re sched-taui ankh-ra

Thieves break in the pyramidia

Candles lit, descend the steps

Into the grave of blessedness

Open the box, exhume his face

Eyes open wide, mocking the grave’s haze

Sarcophagi burn, amulets do bless

The slender throat of Nubhka-es