Samra: While you've been away cavorting, matters here have moved apace, now I need you home supporting all the plans I've put in place. First of all this means your wedding, you'll recall your future bride. For the way that Pharoh's heading, time's no longer on our side. According to the hawk god, Horus, our most regal invalid is not that much longer for us, build another pyramid.
(Darkra nods and walks away. Samra watches him go.)
Samra: There are many who'll be tearful as our leader fades away, but our architects are cheerful and each dog must have its day. If our country is to flourish then my son must take the lead. Be our inspiration nurish all our hopes, our dreams, our creed. Soon our monarch will have filled a tomb just like his fathers did, summon Egypt's greatest builders, "Re: Another Pyramid."
Voices: Build it, build it. Another pyramid.
Samra: There will be a time for mourning but for now put plans on hold.
Voices: Hold!
Samra: For I give the nation warning that before the corpse is cold.
Voices: Cold!
Samra: We'll extend fair Egypt's power, Egypt's glory, strength, and style. We shall have our finest hour far beyond the mighty Nile. He must have a vault that's grand by any standards, floor to lid. Put five thousand slaves on standby, build another pyramid.
Voices: Build it, build it. Build it, build it. Build it, build it. Build it, build it. Build it, build it!
Samra: He must have a vault that's grand by any standards, floor to lid. Put five thousand slaves on standby, build another, pyramid!
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