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As the centuries pass away, in a final resisting place

There, a noise is heard, a sound is made

As the thieves run further away

Chorus:

And they're running for their lives

'Cause a king's come back this day

And he opens up the golden lid that once had sealed him in

They soon sit down down to draw a breath and take a close

look at their prize

And they fail to notice, the shadow way out on the sands

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The gleam of gold that guarded a king

And the civilization where he died young

At the age of 12, the victim of a scorpion's sting

Now the king seems larger by far than any human child could be

And a terrible curse washes over them

Their bones have been left out to bleach

And they're dying as they cry

To gods they deem so great

The ruler soon will roam the dunes as the guardian of the graves