| Still and silent in the tomb | |
| The mystery it starts to move | |
| Bound and wrapped golden faced | |
| Disorder fills the sacred place | |
| Invisible in their mindst illusive in disguise | |
| The mind is strong, the flesh is weak | |
| Conserved and distinct through centuries | |
| For disturbance all shall pay | |
| Bandage and bone turns to grey | |
| Fractured silenced aroused from exile | |
| Sparking resurrection of of pain | |
| When I move nobody sees me | |
| When I scream nobody hears me | |
| Fill the tremble in the tomb | |
| Wrath is unleased inside the tomb | |
| Ambiance of revenge fills all | |
| Intruders intertwined with the sands of time | |
| Take cloak inside the tomb | |
| Reform with awe did prevail | |
| Guardian keeper did rise unknown | |
| All is at rest calm petrified |