Biban El Moluk Lyrics

Horus' eyes hovered watching
over the graves of time...!
Biban el moluk, necropolis,
it's ghostly, opressive, desolate
and hopeless...!
There is no bird singing and
rain only seldom touches your body.
Back on the sea of sand under the moon
fly on the wings of time, feels like
eternal june.
Horus' eyes hovered watching
over the graves of time...!
Biban el moluk, necropolis,
yesterday as today, the air stifling
the sun burning that there is no
bird singing in rain only
seldom touches your body.