Death of a Pharoh                



Hear the desert sand cry
See the tears that wont dry
On  peoples faces  standing there
Watch the sun dip it’s glare
Giving  him it’s  finale salute



Whispering winds tell the story
Of a man crowned with glory
Ruler of a golden land
Holding  stars in his hand
Son of Isis a Prince so fine
Given to man by the God's devine.

Chorus.
Oh winds whisper low
As the river wide and slow
Moves the wooden boat
So proudly afloat
To his last home
Filled with shinning gold
His forever to behold



So tall and proud did he stand
Like a god not any earthly man
Ruler  so fair of a desert land
Captain of ships that battles won
His victories so boldly claimed
Pride and honor were his name.


Now he stands tall and proud
Amongst the stars and clouds
His spirit free to ride where it might
Free to rule the kingdom of the night
Fly free....fly high Pharoh mine
With the god's of high so devine.

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