A hymn for the praise of the setting sun   In ancient Egypt my home   Child of Horus catch the morning star   To the Elysian fields we will go      The God at the top of the staircase   The usurper that weighs our hearts   In your court I deliver my soul   To be coming forth by day      In the temple of the dead   In the temple of the dead      North, south, east and west   My bones lay all around   My shadow will soon get rest   To higher ground I`ll be bound      In the temple of the dead   In the temple of the dead      I am the Moongod who dwelleth among the dead   I shall not perish in heaven or on earth   I`ve cleft the horizon, I`ve passed through the underworld   I have divided the heavens and scattered the gloom of night      To sail the northern heaven   With the sacred eye of stars   The white crown I bear forever   The immortality of my soul      In the temple of the dead   In the temple of the dead