Temple Of The Dead – Candlemass – letras

A hymn for the praise of the setting sunIn ancient Egypt my homeChild of Horus catch the morning starTo the Elysian fields we will goThe god at the top of the staircaseThe usurper that weighs our heartsIn your court I deliver my soulTo be coming forth by dayNorth, south, east and westMy bones lay all aroundMy shadow will soon get restTo higher ground I’ll be boundIn the temple of the deadI am the moongodwho dwelleth among the deadI shall not perish in heaven or earthI’ve cleft the horizon,I’ve passed through the underworldI have divided the heavensand scattered the gloom of nightTo sail the northern heavenWith the sacred eye of starsThe white crown I bear foreverThe immortality of my soul