Piramida

The sand beneath your feet is hot, the air thick with mirages, and somewhere behind you, a sarcastic chorus of sphinxes roars. The words fall like stones of a pyramid: arrogant, heavy, and with a slight glint of gold on the surface. There is mockery of poverty, self-proclaimed power, and frankly comical threats - as if ancient spells had turned into a rap battle.

In this story, the Pharaoh is not a statue in a museum, but a living character with a sense of humor and a delusion of grandeur. He easily hands out curses and titles, generously throws gold around and splashes mud in the same second. The result is a vivid mixture of epic and farce, where “Cleopatra at the Psychiatrist” sounds as organic as an ancient hymn. All this is more like a masquerade to the sound of drums than a history lesson - and that is its special charm.

Music: Maciej Puchalski

Lyrics: Przemek Kuchik

Mixing and mastering: Jorgen