A hymn for the praise of the setting sun

in ancient egypt my home

Child of Horus catch the morningstar

to the Elysian fields we will go



The god at the top of the staircase

the usurper that weighs our hearts

In your court I deliver my soul

to be coming forth by day



North, south, east and west

My bones lay all around

My shadow will soon get rest

to higher ground I'll be bound



In the temple of the dead

In the temple of the dead



I am the moongod who dwelleth among the dead

I shall not perish in heaven or on earth

I've cleft the horizon, I've passed through the underworld

I have divided the heavens and scattered the gloom of night



To sail the northern heaven

with the sacred eye of stars

The white crown I bear forever

the immortality of my soul



In the temple of the dead

In the temple of the dead