Lyrics
When the blood-red sun is gilding o'er the Nile,
There comes marching ghostly legions mile on mile,
Whom great Antony in vain
Led to death on Egypt's plain,
Through Cleopatra's guile.
When the blue moonlight is silv'ring o'er the Nile,
Then the ghosts of those she pleasured for a while
Come floating down the mist,
To keep their midnight tryst,
Ghosts of Passion's Pilgrims of the Nile