In the black sarcophagus, her shadow sleeps for ages
The pharaoh’s seal has bound her dreams with chains and cages
The dim lamp’s glow fades into the heavy silence
While her soul breaks free from the stone prison’s violence
Sand whispers secrets by the sealed and guarded gate
But no one hears that silent cry that echoes back in hate
Oh, Muse of Egypt, soar above the desert wide
Let the wind carry off the curse of silence deep inside
From the sarcophagus’ dark into the stars’ bright gleam
Freedom calls you through the thousand‑year‑old dream!
Don’t fear the shadows whispering in the dark unknown
Your song still lives on this ancient, dry, forgotten stone!
Hieroglyphs weep upon the cold and empty walls
Time erases names within the dreams that fall and stall
But her voice still echoes in the whispering of winds
Through the layers of the ages and the weight of words that bind
Golden tombs can’t replace the light of morning’s glow
Her heart remembers how the dawn once used to sing long ago
Oh, Muse of Egypt, soar above the desert wide
Let the wind carry off the curse of silence deep inside
From the sarcophagus’ dark into the stars’ bright gleam
Freedom calls you through the thousand‑year‑old dream!
Don’t fear the shadows whispering in the dark unknown
Your song still lives on this ancient, dry, forgotten stone!