In a valley of no sound, buried under desert ground,
encloses by night without one star – lies the vault of Nephren-Ka.
It calls… and calls…
Where isolation dies alone, an ancient deathlessness does throne,
shun by the light of Amun-Ra – that is the vault of Nephren-Ka.
This Nether-Netherworld is crowned by rotten sorcery abound,
where on old bones the ghoul-fiends gnaw – in the vault of Nephren-Ka.
It calls… and calls…
And the unsound fingers still grasp a crystal by its will,
beddes on an ill altar – the remains of Nephren-Ka.












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