Tekster: Monks of Doom. Hieroglyphic.

Ancient Egyptian teleportation ritual
She bit his icy neck
Drains the life out of him
Replenishing her own cherished youth

The Nile flows
The Nile flows
The Nile flows
The Nile flows
The Nile flows

Yes and on three separate astral planes
She's separated, subdivided herself
Coming ling with those of the leopard with the reptile heads
The redeemer

She tested his wrath
He's been offended

How the Nile flows?
How the Nile flows?
How the Nile flows?
How the Nile flows?

Four silver shining ships
Flying in formation over the canyon
Piercing the atmosphere
Secret cargo with a destination unknown

Last hope for a desperate world
He runs down the valley pointing up and shouting

The sky is pregnant
The sky is pregnant
The sky is pregnant
The sky is pregnant

The sky is pregnant
The sky is pregnant
The sky is pregnant
The sky is pregnant

The sky is pregnant