| Cleft on a pyramid
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| Has shown you a secret passage
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| You carelessly force your way in
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| Smell of death frightens ruthlessly
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| A sentence of cipher
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| An unknown, forgotten language
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| You decipher it as a name
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| But don’t know it welcomes you to death
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| You are damned
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| Many dangers
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| Have wounded you and your friends
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| Some embalmed corpses
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| Have blinked their eyes, no, that’s an illusion
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| But you feel there’s something wrong
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| You’ve seen too many corpses
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| Maybe this is a mass tomb
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| If not you know you’ll never be back
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| You are doomed
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| More and more corpses
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| Some of them dismembered
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| And every member embalmed
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| Now you are horrified to death
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| You are doomed
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| You enter a hall
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| Thousands of corpses lying there
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| Stench smarting your nose
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| Horror paralyzing all the thoughts
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| Suddenly all the corpses awake
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| You’re trying to escape
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| But soon you’ll be one of them
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| Sleeping embalmed beauty sleep |