When my Patience is 
FinishedWhen the 
Mercy of Khufu is 
ExhaustedWhen my 
Subjects have 
Failed MeAnd 
Continued 
Grace has become 
FutileThen will wrathseem the better part of 
Discretion
My Slaves 
Utter Words of 
RebellionThey 
Curse my Name
They Bend not their 
Backs Unto me
Or Bow Before my 
MonumentsWhen 
Those who 
Incite Revolt are 
CrushedWhen the 
Streets Run redwith the 
Blood of the 
Unfaithful
When the Hands of the 
Idle are Severed
And the Piles of the 
Skulls of the 
Rebelliousare as the 
Innumerable 
StarsThen will my 
Wrath be Done
KnumuKhufu!