He watches as I pass through the gate
Eternal protector of the crypt,
Immortal guardian of the dead,
sees all with stone-grey eyes.

Noble creature, borne of rock
How many have passed under your gaze?
Lords, and kings, and warriors
The rich, the genius, and the strong

How many looked down upon you,
a simple statue, made by man?
Of them, how many lie before you,
entrusted to your protection now?

I serve you now and clean your base,
and treat you with respect.
For one day soon my time will come
To slumber under your watchful gaze.