During five thousands years.
Beams of the sunlight my face.
They the first bring your breath.
Oh, Ra, the son of primitive chaos.

Buried in eternal sands.
And left by the time.
I wake up with each new dawn.

Oh, great ra! I saw the origin.
Of the Ancient history of Egypt.
I'm the Pharaon, who was born by gods.
And stiffened here for eternity.

In the body of the lion and wings of the birds.
The secret sense laid down.
That determines a divine force.
Left once be Hafra.

The guard of Necropolis - the guard of mysteries.
You know the laws of exsistentia.
The [bad word] of speeches and mind.
Has collected knowledge of all pharaons.

I'll tear your heart with doubts.
And you will lose your minds. 
If you will not solve my riddle.
I'll kill you before the gates of philosophy!