hathor and anubis have   awaked   their cold breath is   spreading   in the valley of kings a   slight breath   of disquiet the death is   near      a glaem of light falls in the   darkness   who dares to distrub the peace of the   godlike king?      eyes which hardly accustomed to the   darkness   see what for thousands years only could be   seen by ra's eyes      they desecrate the peace of   tut-ench-amun   blinded by gold and precious   stones   and only concerned about their   own glory   no-one observes the inscription on   the wall   that promises misfortune      for those who despise amon-ré and   his son...!      hathor and anubis have   awaked   their cold breath is   spreading   in the valley of kings a   slight   breath of disquiet the death   is near   the lord of the sun don't know any   mercy...!