Candlemass
Текст песни Temple of The Dead

A hymn for the praise of the setting sun
In ancient Egypt my home
Child of Horus catch the morning star
To the Elysian fields we will go

The god at the top of the staircase
The usurper that weighs our hearts
In your court I deliver my soul
To be coming forth by day

North, south, east and west
My bones lay all around
My shadow will soon get rest
To higher ground I'll be bound

In the temple of the dead