Shifting inside patterns

the division multiples

echoing the mystery

mimicking the slide

sound searching slowly

below the flaming web

moving with his eyes like fire

with his jackal-head

(with his jackal-head)



Give it all to birth

give it all to life

take it all for granted

until we turn and die

She answers with her staff

silence from her breath

silhouettes of temples falling

visions of certain death

hand lift it from the pocket

the prophet falls to red

the sacrifice is offered

to his jackal-head

(to his jackal-head)



(chorus)



He who defiles the tomb of the pharaoh

shall surely find swift death

He who defiles the womb of the

pharaoh's queen

shall surely find swift death