hathor and anubis have
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awaked
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their cold breath is
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spreading
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in the valley of kings a
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slight breath
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of disquiet the death is
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near
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a glaem of light falls in the
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darkness
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who dares to distrub the peace of the
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godlike king?
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eyes which hardly accustomed to the
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darkness
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see what for thousands years only could be
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seen by ra's eyes
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they desecrate the peace of
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tut-ench-amun
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blinded by gold and precious
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stones
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and only concerned about their
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own glory
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no-one observes the inscription on
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the wall
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that promises misfortune
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for those who despise amon-re and
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his son...!
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hathor and anubis have
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awaked
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their cold breath is
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spreading
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in the valley of kings a
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slight
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breath of disquiet the death
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is near
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the lord of the sun don't know any
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mercy...!
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The Guardians Awake
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Cryptic Carnage |