Paroles de Aten-ra

(rise akhetaten)
I made the monument by his hand
A drifting sun in a foreign land
Aten-ra, ankh-is-ra
Is-ra, is-ra, israel

Angel of the one
His face has been denied
From all inscriptions
But not from the sky
Aten-ra, ankh-is-ra
Is-ra, is-ra, israel

Who is god?
His name defies belief
For no one less wrought in heresy?
Aten-ra, ankh-is-ra
Is-ra, is-ra, israel
Aten-ra, ankh-is-ra
Is-ra, is ra israel?
Aten-ra, ankh-is-ra
Is-ra, is ra israel?