(Rise Akhetaten) I made this 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 the 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