Land of Mystery
Someway,
In the city of golden sand,
Mysteries filled the air,
From the early dawn,
Till the shadow of darkness passes by,
Till Isis become the Queen of night.
As the wind changes starts to blow,
Amon -- sits on his throne,
Watching the magnificant Pyramids,
And the great Sphinx,
Down beneath his kingdom of eternity.
The magnificant Pyramids,
An ancient and sacred tomb,
Of the mighty Pharaoh Khutu,
Prince of the sun,
King of Egypt.
The great Sphinx,
A monument of honour,
With the face of a man,
And the body of a beast,
Guarding the Pyramid,
From the touch of mankind,
Shall it be known?
As the land of Mystery?