I wish I were a Pharaoh, and you were my Queen
So we then can live in a pyramid together when we pass on.
When our bodies lie stretched out in sleep,
Upon the walls is sketched-
The last appointment our patient souls must keep.
Like mummies that have been wrapped ever so tight
I wish we would never be disturbed
Not even by a single ray or a beam of light
Plunder my tomb and you better be ready for a death fight
I am a mad man genius and my madness goes long into the night
I’d also be sure that the hieroglyphics’ would say
That we would be wrapped tightly together,
And all our worldly possessions be left behind to our children
For the only thing we would need in the afterlife is…
Each other.

(SirCARSr. 2001)