Lion Head Mesa If this isn't good for me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1z8zZBBkIRw < To give you a feel for the vibe she was going for

He was hesitant, but she waited patiently nonetheless.

Finally, the divine one approached, gaze settling over her. Sokha's tail began to sway slowly, vocals humming the opening line of the song she had prepared. Circling the Pharaoh, she teased him with a few gentle nudges before creating space. The further away she moved, the heavier her steps became, drumming a beat. Then her whole body moved, swaying left and right. 

"There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord..."

Her eyes had closed themselves midway through the verse, but now they peered open, watching Ramesses to see how he would fare with the tune. Sokha longed for him to come near, to dance alongside her, to feel the melodic thrum of her heart.

"There will come a poet
Whose weapon is His word
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord..."

The song went on, seeming nowhere it's end. Her feet continued to tap, holding the rhythym steady. All the while, even with her movements, her voice did not falter, remaining sweet and nostalgic to a moment even she couldn't remember.

"There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai..."

It was the last verse, and so she would make it the best. These words would hold firm, preparing the sole listener for the grand finale. 

"Ohh
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh."


Each note had strung out, running smoothly across her tongue. Each note followed the next with ease, traveling through the air until the cloud breeze ceased. 

Sokha was tired by the end of it, limbs sore from the elongated dance. Sliding downward, she let her body rest upon the cold floor. For a moment, she considered only herself, her exhaustion causing her to forget her audience. When she remembered, her warm eyes found Ramesses. She was eager to know his thoughts. Had she fulfilled her purpose coming here? Had he been entertained well? Had he been pleased? Was his mourning heart appeased for even the smallest of time?