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Nine of their lifes is not enough

Guts away, fill them with the stuff

Ancient creatures got to last

Not that mobile, but in one downy part

With their lord they sail to stars

Stinks a bit, but still occult

Their eyes blind, but still occult

No more curring - banded toom

Brains unreeved, and with their guts in one cruse

This cruse is like a suitcase

On your long way

Take your bowels into the space

While you sail to the west

But Beware

Third dimension will surprise

Those thousands of mummified cats

Sedulously packed

For the holy emperor cannot stink

Their bonded eyes...

Their mighty eyes

Really hold the power

So let’s bow

‘cause these mighty cats know the mystery of...

This ancient culture really brings the light

Symbol of knowledge in the hand of the gods

Their priests read the wisdom we obey

And our hobby is to mummify

Try to tame hyenas and lions

If you can’t make it, you can still mummify

Mummify them

And maybe it’s a fact

Maybe the pharaoh with his cats really head for stars