Egyptian - Nocturnal Rites

How many miles of endless sand

Must we drag your stones into this wasteland?

How many years in endless pain

Must we toil under your reign?

Just like in Babylon, no glory lasts forever

The icon is not, what it seems to be

No more slavery, no you’re not heaven sent

Nothing stands alone, feel the endless pain

In Egyptica

Here we raise your tower high

Still an infant, but divine in our eyes

After years still flesh and blood

They said he would become a god