Beneath the sun's unyielding glare,
A lioness with a blazing stare.
Her golden scepter burns through lands,
A goddess born of endless sands.
Sekhmet rises, the desert's queen,
Her fury burns, her wrath unseen.
A blazing force, no foe can stand,
The scepter strikes at her command.
Her mane ablaze, her eyes ignite,
A storm of fury, a sacred light.
She guards the weak, strikes down the strong,
The line of justice she prolongs.
Sekhmet rises, the desert's queen,
Her fury burns, her wrath unseen.
A blazing force, no foe can stand,
The scepter strikes at her command.
The desert quakes beneath her tread,
A crimson path where foes have bled.
Her name a prayer, her wrath divine,
The fiercest force of the ancient line.
Sekhmet rises, the desert's queen,
Her fury burns, her wrath unseen.
A blazing force, no foe can stand,
The scepter strikes at her command.
When silence falls and wars are done,
Her shadow lingers in the sun.
The Scepter of the Sun, her name will keep,
In endless sands, where lions sleep.