Older Than the Ancients

Here I’ll carve the tale of the land we explored
Stranded in a place I thought was fertile and calm
I didn’t know what hostile world laid ahead
We were protected, Anubis judge of the dead
Cursing the insects search for water in a sunburnt land
We will go forward, I will persevere and never look back
So they called me a son of a god, ironically as they laid me to rest
Twice bitten, twice struck
Lost motherland has swallowed us up
I didn’t know what hostile world laid ahead
We were protected
Anubis judge of the dead
Read the glyphs they tell my story
I’m the lost Pharaoh’s son
Seeking out the ancient myth of the great southern land
Never again to see the waters of Mer
Stuck within this southern land
We can only defer