The Eternal Flame Of Nehekhara - A Grand Hierophant Khatep Song

Owned by GW. Its been a while since Tomb kings had any love. So Khatep deserved his time in the sun. Lyrics. Verse 1 Where golden dunes meet endless skies, And ancient kingdoms never die, Beneath the stones where pharaohs sleep, The sacred vows their guardians keep. From Khemri's halls, the dead arise, With burning souls in hollow eyes, The Hierophant walks through the sand, To serve the kings of Nehekhara's land. Khatep, the keeper of the sacred flame, Still guards the glory of his people's name, Though cast away by Settra's decree, He seeks the truth that shall set them free. Chorus Raise the Eternal Flame of Nehekhara! The dead shall rise at Khatep's command! Let golden banners split the sky, The kings of old shall never die! Hear the drums of ancient might, As legions march into the fight! From desert tombs to distant lands, The world shall bow to Nehekhara's hands! Verse 2 The Skeleton Warriors take their place, With shields of gold and deathless grace, The Tomb Guard march in royal pride, While chariots thunder side by side. The Ushabti rise, colossal and grim, Their stone-carved eyes ablaze within, Necropolis Knights with blades held high, Ride forth beneath the burning sky. The Warsphinx roars, the earth shall shake, As ancient walls begin to break, And Khatep raises his staff on high, To call the wrath of kings nearby. Chorus Raise the Eternal Flame of Nehekhara! The dead shall rise at Khatep's command! Let golden banners split the sky, The kings of old shall never die! Hear the drums of ancient might, As legions march into the fight! From desert tombs to distant lands, The world shall bow to Nehekhara's hands! Verse 3 Through cursed wastes and realms unknown, He walks beneath the stars alone, With scrolls of power, spells of old, And wisdom worth more than gold. The Liche Priests chant their ancient lore, As sandstorms gather, armies roar, The Sepulchral Stalkers hunt their prey, While death itself lights up the way. No mortal blade shall break his will, No passing age can make him still, For Khatep bears a sacred flame, And guards the glory of his name. Bridge Cast from the throne by a king's decree, Yet bound by oaths through eternity. Through endless sands, his feet shall roam, Until the dead reclaim their home. The gods may sleep, the stars may fade, But ancient vows shall never decay. Raise up the staff, let heavens hear, The Hierophant of Death draws near! Verse 4 So let the living tremble and flee, Before the might of eternity, For Settra's kingdom shall endure, Its ancient glory strong and pure. The desert winds shall sing his praise, Through endless nights and burning days, And when the final stars descend, The dead shall rise and fight again. Grand Hierophant, stand proud and tall, The ancient gods still hear your call, Though ages turn and empires fall, The golden dead shall outlast all. Final Chorus Raise the Eternal Flame of Nehekhara! The dead shall rise at Khatep's command! Let golden banners split the sky, The kings of old shall never die! Hear the drums of ancient might, As legions march into the fight! From desert tombs to distant lands, The world shall bow to Nehekhara's hands!