Here, in this rock, I found an interesting hieroglyph Something about an Egyptian pharaoh, whose ego was his main to stay in the power. A few of evoluted humans felt inside his eyes a blaze of an impure and sorrowful feeling. And here is: "We died by blind adoration into visual beautiness"
"Pretty is your dawn in the sky horizons Oh living Aton, beginning of the life. When you stand up in the Orient fill all the lands your beauty"
Oh beauty oppressing, that contains my capacity of contemplating the world in a better way
Oh beauty that condemns me to the condition of eternal slave of my superior
Superior? That orders my submission. Digging my eternal destiny
His God, his majesty made me keep's guardian of his beauty
My pain is tempted at all time to be masquerade by their followers that show me an inexistent God
My children will extend my Calvary Your horizon isn't the pretty of the poet's verses
Your lands only cultivate my servitudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
