Falling star
From the sky.
See the sign
of the gods.
Banished outcast from the stars
Through the flames he heard the cries
Native people bearing gifts
Welcoming

Bereft of all hope, forsaken, alone
To die here in exile
Primitive people, inferior life
See the golden throne
Rise from the shame, from the ashes reborn
To be the god they desire
Show them your ways and they will learn

Shining god from space
Enslaved the human race
In the days of old
He built those cities gold

Architect
of the future
Kingdom built
of gold and blood
Fist of iron rules the land
Based on teachings of the stars
Symbol rising to the sun
Temples reaching high

A scarred face in the mirror
Behind the mask of gold
Know the clock is ticking
Even gods grow old
Built a strong empire
Now must choose a man
Lead your people forward
Through him you'll live again

Dying god
Leaves his throne
To an heir
Of human blood.
Rise pharaoh rule the land
Be the god in his stead
Native people bearing gifts
Welcoming

Shining god from space
Enslaved the human race
In the days of old
He built those cities gold