In ancient lands of Egypt,
where pharaohs and priests rule,
the gods of old watch over the dunes and temples.
Writing on the coffins, they tell of their stories.

Priests of gods named Min and Hathor,
are the gods of reproduction and love.
Djed-Hor preaches for the both.
Writing on the coffins, they tell of their stories.

The coffins of two, moving in the past,
Djed-Hor and Pedi-Heru of Saqqara, are now frozen in our world.
Writing on the coffins, they tell of their stories.

Mediating between gods and people,
priests are proud, prominent, and poignant.
Writing on the coffins, they tell of their stories.

Entombed in their coffins together,
they rot with one another for eternity.
Their corpses are trapped like prisoners.
Writing on the coffins, they tell of their stories.

Looking upon them with glazed eyes,
the public wishes to hear their stories.
Writing on the coffins, they tell of their stories.

Motionless and lifeless, but preserved,
the bodies of two ancients prevail today,
strangers surviving in our world as we know it.
Writing on the coffins, they tell of their stories.