Guardians of the Tomb

Marching on, we soldiers of death,

Taking our route unimpeded.

Never stopping to rest or reflect,

Never by living are greeted.

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Standing still under the scorching sun,

Where only sand moves in the wind.

Defending Nehekhara from living's touch

Guarding our tombs from their sin.

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Whether marching or guarding, under moons or sun,

We serve our Tomb Kings to the end.

Trying to restore our lost land's glory,

Though it isn't ours to mend.