My frozen gaze ticks the hours of a clock
that beats like an empty heart .
Queen and pharao\'s daughter ,
bride of the sun ,
fierce mother of warrior princes ,
plucked from the sands of the valley ,
now a museum piece ,
mocked by burger king\'s greasy kids
on whose heads hangs the curse
of times in chains ...
So long ago ,in the morning ,
I contemplated the radiant star
rising over a harmonious world .
My soul filed with the peaceful flow
of the sacred river .
Death and life merging into one ,
to heaven ascending the ritual of the perfect.
On my supple body ,like a pristine lotus
the maid dripping subtle ointments
and heady scents ...
So I feel asleep in the cool
of an untouchable crypt .
Eager hands awakened me ...
I\'m so cold now .
My parched skin bathed by the grey waters
of an unknown river
upon which the king star sets ...
So what\'s the price you pay
for a stolen paradise ?