Woken by the battle cry of ra in the night
The battle begins the bringer of the light
This realm of the dead is ruled by the gods
I am but a pebble against the flowing nile
Fantastic lakes of fire
Towering walls of iron
Trees of turquoise
The map serves as a guide
Grotesque demonic beings
Yearn to devour me
Powerless against them
Without divine direction
Asleep Throughout the day
Just lying in wait
Waiting for the truth
The truth that sets me free
I am not alone
We are here together
All of us have died
Reduced to the ether
Woken by the battle cry of ra in the night
Battle begins the bringer of the light
This realm of the dead is ruled by the gods
I am but a pebble against the flowing nile