The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, the sky turns red, They reached the wall of no return and the breeze has stopped, Who wore the crown will never be known — might is broken, For all we'll drown into the sand — what will remain?
— Celtic Frost
The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, the sky turns red, They reached the wall of no return and the breeze has stopped, Who wore the crown will never be known — might is broken, For all we'll drown into the sand — what will remain?
— Celtic Frost