My chest was quilted by the best in our kind,
To go with the pharaohs' body and mind.
I was covered with beads made out of gold,
Giving warmth to my heart which was terribly cold.
I was put in a pyramid made out of stones,
I was laid on the pharaohs' mummified bones.
My old silver mask which was gilded one time,
To the grave robbers was worth less than to you a dime.
They had broken into the pharaohs' burial room,