Peacefully, for three thousand years you slept
Forgotten in the Valley of the Kings
Beneath sands, your pharaoh secret well kept
While you fly the heavens, upon chariot wings

 

Eternally with the gods, of Sun and Moon
An afterlife, which had barely begun
But the spirit of King, Tutankhamen
By earthly hands, may have all been undone

 

Your treasures unearthed, a discovered tomb
At what price, does your life story unfold?
Disturbed in death, behold Tutankhamen
As we gaze, upon your mask of pure gold

 

Do you ride proud pharaoh, among the stars?
And so is the curse to be yours, or ours?