Shifting inside patterns   the division multiples   echoing the mystery   mimicking the slide   sound searching slowly   below the flaming web   moving with his eyes like fire   with his jackal-head      (with his jackal-head)      Give it all to birth   give it all to life   take it all for granted   until we turn and die      She answers with her staff   silence from her breath   silhouettes of temples falling   visions of certain death   hand lift it from the pocket   the prophet falls to red   the sacrifice is offered   to his jackal-head      (to his jackal-head)      (chorus)      He who defiles the tomb of the pharaoh   shall surely find swift death   He who defiles the womb of the   pharaoh's queen   shall surely find swift death