From dark room I'm hearing angry voice
This is story about like stupid man made foolish choice
No more than age ago
Two christians cross holy law
Make change with other side
Of world with Devil Were they want dying?
Die!
At really rich grave and no more!
Tawdry terror they are feeling!
Losing tawdry terror they have
Gone to the terrible wishes
Shame left damned selves
Why? They tired from eternal poverty
Raped!
What's the crasy method they turn from variations?
What's the way to rich embraced your mind
They started the mission
They deicided take the spades in your dirty hands
They went to the graves The deads is not bit thiefs
No! It's scream of generations
The angry spades broke ground - the last salvation
They crashed the skulls with gold constructions
Taking no notice of this appelation
They regardless of curse from the grave-yards
Become a practised hand at this dirty deal
Their appetite came with the eating
And they deicided to rob the crypt of Faraon
You found this grave!
Wellcome in that crypt!
You see million of diamonds
There is really rich grave
The grave has high and imposing walls
One of the thiefs take ones from
The horror curse of Faraons!
The diamonds broke on their heads
Diamonds! Poor thing overtakes them at rich grave