Wrapped in strips of fine linen

Your limbs contort

In the most ghastly ways

Out of your jeweled home you come

Oh, beautiful abandoned sarcophagus

To roam the dark places

A maze within the pyramid

To chase those who dare enter your domain

Whether innocent or grave robber

All are your prey

Maat’s feather remains elusive

Your heart not weighed

To live a half-life, everlasting

And fulfill the Mummy’s Curse

To reign the dark places for all time

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