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A hymn for the praise of the setting sunin ancient egypt my home
Child of Horus catch the morningstarto the Elysian fields we will go
The god at the top of the staircasethe usurper that weighs our hearts
In your court I deliver my soulto be coming forth by day
North, south, east and west
My bones lay all around
My shadow will soon get restto 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 heavenwith the sacred eye of stars
The white crown I bear foreverthe immortality of my soul
In the temple of the dead
In the temple of the dead
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