Void Reapers

Lesions of pharaohs, exposing decay
Righteous in ruin, the serpent's astray

Flight in the darkest hour
Specters never dream
Carry away the lifeless eyes
And pierce the night with the cries of a thousand slaves

Serekh of Horus, mark lonely tombs beneath
Thousands of years left enslaved
Cross the river's current of bodies as they fray
Reciprocate their frightеned hopeless gazе

Years upon years and hours in this mortal vein
Restlessly watching the people burn
Architects of ruin, weakest of the kings
Who lay in wait for centuries where darkness never leaves

Will you suffer now?