Ancient halls filled with the splendor of the past.
Footsteps Echo
Past the Pyramids they march
To their Golden Queen Hatshepsut
Adorned in gold
Offspring of the gods
Bow down they all
To their Golden Queen Hatshepsut
Wearing a false beard masquerading as a king
She has the power
Waving a Sekhen blessing her people
And they pray to protect their
Golden Queen Hatshepsut
Time does take its toll and lying in Egypt ruins lie no
golden queen but a rotten disfigured mess
Voices echoing of the past
Transforming the rotten body
Into times Golden Queen