As you ride your golden chariot

Those planning to rise, hide in the shadows

For centuries we suffered

But tonight we stand as one

I’ll be patient, cold, conniving, calculating my first strike

Meditation, simple measures, they don’t know the plague that comes

Sleep with riches, one eye open, you and yours will not be safe

We are scarabs, we are many, royalty must be wiped out

As I scream

These cries of war

For my fallen brothers

Fallen brothers

Your kingdom will fall

You will be known as pharaoh decapitated

You are no god

Pharaoh decapitated

Masking the fact that you’ve got no one left

You look at me, the dagger in your chest

I’m a prisoner of war, you’re a prisoner of hate

You fail to learn from all your mistakes

Not a man of complaints, I suffered in silence

We didn’t have to resort to such a level of violence

Your final mistake was ignoring the heralds

From the ashes of pain, out came the scarabs

Covering the hieroglyphics with what you’ve done

The walls are enveloped with blood

The flames will consume what represents you

You have no merit to call yourself god

You have no merit to rule anyone

There is no hiding the years of beatings

Physical remnants of the torture

I received from your hand

I can’t fathom such a destructive act

The destruction of your temples ushers in

A new era of dreams and hopes

Oblivious to the rapture

When will you realize, this is my war

I will finish what I started, I will bring an end to this reign

I will see to it that all spineless royals be put to rest

The receivers of your beating turn the tables in the end

To make certain that your body is desecrated after death

From the ashes of mistreatment Scarabs have one mission left

To make certain that your body is desecrated after death

As we watch your flesh rot

Peace finally spreads through our lands