Enough of these tributes!
You priests grow fat while my people go hungry.
Another church, another tribute,
a play for power that you do not deserve.
There is but one god and his name is Aten,
and your imposters I cast aside.
As it is written you shall obey,
for I am Pharaoh, and my word is law.
I command a cleansing (smash all the statues and desecrate the temples),
Of all things not of Aten (tear down the alters and burn all the holy books),
I declare a revolution (smash all the statues and desecrate the temples),
All will bow to the one true god (tear down the alters and burn all the holy books),
All shall bow to the god of the sun.

But what shall become of the priests?
I care not for a false gods’ whores.
But what shall become of the generals?
I care not for their endless wars.
And what shall become of Memphis?
I care not for this city of lies.
And what shall become of the people?
We shall build a temple in the sky.

A new city far away, where the Nile is free and the sun is warm.
We shall live with god himself, the Living One, and bask in his beauty.

Follow me and my queen, Nefertiti.