Beneath the velvet cloak of night,
Where time itself runs deep,
The stars of Giza burn so bright,
Eternal watch they keep.

The wind has worn the stones away,
The kings have turned to sand,
But still those silver barques convey
The souls to that far land.

The Duat is the vault above,
A river dark and deep,
Where navigates the boat of love
For souls the heavens keep.

Old Orion, with his hunter’s might,
Has seen a hundred dynasties
Parade beneath his watchful light,
And all their phantoms freeze.

He saw the first stone set in place,
He’ll see the last one fall.
He knows each weathered, nameless face
That answers death’s cold call.

The souls sail on that starry road,
Their journey has no end.
A silent, everlasting code
The turning skies still send.

So look up at the ancient sky,
That same unchanging dome,
Where souls in solar barques sail by,
And know that you are home.