Death of The Pharaoh

In the sands of time, where the pyramids stand,
A pharaoh's life slips, like grains of sand.
Monuments of stone, to the sky they call,
As the ruler of the Nile, prepares to fall.

Death of the pharaoh, the end has come,
Under the blazing sun, his last drum.
Gods of old, now witness his sum,
As the kingdom mourns, the deathly hum.

Golden tombs, secrets untold,
The pharaoh's legacy, forever bold.
But even kings, to death, they fold,
In the cryptic silence, his story's told.

Guitars roar, like the desert storm,
Drums beat, as the locusts swarm.
Bass echoes, the afterlife's form,
Metal anthem, of the pharaoh's norm.

Death of the pharaoh, the crown lays down,
In the sacred river, where the crocodiles frown.
The spirit ascends, to the stars' crown,
As the shadow of death, cloaks the gown.

In the heart of Egypt, the pharaoh sleeps,
In the valley of kings, the secret keeps.
For in the end, the reaper reaps,
And the pharaoh's death, the history leaps.
