The Ancient One lives far away, over this empty world,down rides into the night, his eye can see over this world, he's the eye… red, now angels bred by dust, now start burning like crusts
In my eyes,
We are corpses blasted, naked in his hives.
He lives, like the dust in your face, he's the master of graves
and dreams,
He lives, we can trust the past. He's the master of graves
And dreams,
A moan, like a million crying souls, from gates in the sand….
It's the call of Anubi
From Anubi's Gates.

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