I walked to the British Museum
To see an Egyptian mummy
Lying in a glass case
Linen stuffed in his mouth
Arms, legs, and neck
His image overlapped with a certain man
Destroying the film of my memory
On the chest of the dead
There was a heart scarab
I will find a map of the underworld
And wake them up
From their 3000-year sleep
Red blood, silver blood
Canopic box- I will seal it
A gorgeous human-shaped coffin
This image overlapped with a certain man
Destroying the film of my memory
Murals and jewels
Crowns, the Rosetta Stone
I will find a map of the underworld
And follow the path
Beyond the door