Valley of the Kings

The bandits be my weaknesses

His fault shall be my knife

His weapon be

His weapon be my innocence

The killer must not die

Is there a charge against my fate,

Can't I betray my hate?

Will I regain my father's gait,

Must the killer die?

The testament lies hidden from me

Underneath my sins

A carriage

A carriage will take me to

The valley of the Kings