| Song | To My Beloved |
| Artist | Deadsoul Tribe |
| Album | The Dead Word |
| When the rains of the Earth stood still | |
| In the faith of the darkest will | |
| Sorcerers of the ageless one | |
| Cursed the world for the days to come | |
| In the gaze of the Pharaoh | |
| Through the midnight the desert wind | |
| Cold as serpent skin | |
| To the scorching Cairo days | |
| High noon, the Sun ablaze | |
| We dragged great stones through the Egypt sands | |
| Built the walls with shackled hands | |
| Lived and died by the priests demands | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| My heart is broken | |
| Now my soul is dead | |
| The word is spoken | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| One day I'm gonna break this cage | |
| Unleash this human rage | |
| Crush their bones underneath these stones | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| More than life could give | |
| While seasons turned, I devised my plan | |
| The perfect way we could make our stand | |
| We'll mark this day with blood-red stains | |
| They've got whips but we've got chains | |
| And we've got the numbers, nearly ten-to-one | |
| When their eyes are blind by the setting Sun | |
| We'll rise up to engage them | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| My heart is broken | |
| Now my soul is dead | |
| The word is spoken | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| One day I'm gonna break this cage | |
| Unleash this human rage | |
| Crush their bones underneath these stones | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| More than life could give | |
| I hold you against this matter | |
| I hold you against this matter go | |
| If you get this matter pain don’t cry, don’t cry | |
| For un-birth of the each of slaves | |
| To the mould of the reach-out graves | |
| Till away the day that will never come | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary |
| When the rains of the Earth stood still | |
| In the faith of the darkest will | |
| Sorcerers of the ageless one | |
| Cursed the world for the days to come | |
| In the gaze of the Pharaoh | |
| Through the midnight the desert wind | |
| Cold as serpent skin | |
| To the scorching Cairo days | |
| High noon, the Sun ablaze | |
| We dragged great stones through the Egypt sands | |
| Built the walls with shackled hands | |
| Lived and died by the priests demands | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| My heart is broken | |
| Now my soul is dead | |
| The word is spoken | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| One day I' m gonna break this cage | |
| Unleash this human rage | |
| Crush their bones underneath these stones | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| More than life could give | |
| While seasons turned, I devised my plan | |
| The perfect way we could make our stand | |
| We' ll mark this day with bloodred stains | |
| They' ve got whips but we' ve got chains | |
| And we' ve got the numbers, nearly tentoone | |
| When their eyes are blind by the setting Sun | |
| We' ll rise up to engage them | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| My heart is broken | |
| Now my soul is dead | |
| The word is spoken | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| One day I' m gonna break this cage | |
| Unleash this human rage | |
| Crush their bones underneath these stones | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| More than life could give | |
| I hold you against this matter | |
| I hold you against this matter go | |
| If you get this matter pain don' t cry, don' t cry | |
| For unbirth of the each of slaves | |
| To the mould of the reachout graves | |
| Till away the day that will never come | |
| Sweet Mary | |
| Sweet Mary |