Now we are on the border
And the cold is upon us
While everyone is sleeping
In a dream of storm

Open the eyes of your mind
and look to the mountains of lies
admire the blaze of the gold
the incense of twilight [bad word] 
Anubis god Anepu
arise from the necropolis!
Osiris god [bad word] from the afterlife!

Standing on a grey tomb
We’re waiting for the sign
Look high to the moon
In a dream of fear