Through the dusty streets of Memphis, Tthe procession moved sluggishly; Iin silence, the priests walked there, Ssilent was the vast crowd.

Such was the will of the one Wwhom they carried to the grave; Llife did not startle him, but before death H, he was terrified by the ominous dream of prophecy.

An alternate suggestion could be.
"they carried unto* the grave"

And it seemed to him: "The final hour approaches, Aand the dead hold no power over the living...

The Axe of Truth... it Eends the days of the fortunate in disgrace!"

And he said: "I placed a faithful guard, Ssilence—it safeguarded my life.

And let it alone Aaccompany me to the grave with vases,. Let there be no moan or wail for me, Nnor hymns for my worldly glory!

Master Aand servant, submit to my will!

He who fulfills my will—I myself Sshall be his advocate before Osiris."

Through the dusty streets of Memphis, The procession steps silently— To pay the final honor to Amenhotep,— Both servant and master proceed.

And in every soul lies a silent Qquestion: "Why?

The final honor is given Eeven to the last servant, and before death T, they part with him in lamentation."

The servants march in an endless throng, Wwith gifts and sacrificial vessels, Ddark armor-bearers follow behind— As the all-powerful king himself decreed.

Peacefully, the priests step in double rows, Ssprinkling the path with sacred moisture; And like a golden boat upon waves, The sarcophagus sways above the crowd.

Behind the golden sarcophagus walks Tthe queen with her close attendants, And silent tears fall into the dust, Uunrestrained by command or will...

Behold, the dark abode of death Rose distant before their gaze— Unshaken for its fleeting dust, Amenhotep built it in his lifetime.

"Amenhotep build it in his lifetime" sounds really out of place in this piece. I don't have any good suggestions off the top of my head, but this is my first thought.
"Built of his hands, Amenhotep <Some foreboding description here>"

Priests, people, and kin stopped before it, Wweary from silence and the journey, Aand they placed the golden sarcophagus Aat the royal tomb before the grand gates.

And the old high priest raised his staff: "Thus it stands in our ancient law: Let him speak who, in this world, Iis dissatisfied with the king's will!"

In the silence, the summoning words echoed faintly, Llike the invisible flight of a timid bird In the dark of night.

And again, to summon them, Tthe high priest raised his staff once more— And stopped... A warrior stepped to the threshold Oof the tomb, ascending the stone there.

"Amenhotep's supreme law Sstops at the dark threshold of eternity— I raise my voice to deliver judgment Wwith the heavy axe of truth!"

With grandeur, his crown shone bright— But in darkness, his restless spirit faded: He did no good, like a single grain of sand, Bbut brought harm, like the countless sands of the desert!

But his power was guarded by strict law— What the king's will accomplished, Ccould not be judged during his lifetime, Nnor dared anyone speak of it.

Before death, he commanded silence upon us— To shield himself from the final judgment Aand from the wrath of the people!

He destroyed, trampled, desecrated, And turned into barren wastelands Tthe spirit, conscience, and heart of the people— The only fertile fields.

In the field of justice, where fruit grows, A and nourishes happiness on earth: He trampled what every king Iis called upon from the throne to protect!

The sacred will of Osiris Pplaced these words upon my lips: Over the living, silence shall watch— Over the dead, deliver divine judgment!

He did not give to the people, but took Eeven their meager happiness on earth.

And Osiris took away his eternity Aand the happiness within it as recompense.

Here’s the translation of these lines: Amenhotep's supreme law Sstops at the dark threshold of eternity— I raise my voice to deliver judgment With the heavy axe of truth!

The old high priest raised his staff, Bbut could not stop the axe— And into pieces, the golden sarcophagus Sshattered under the heavy blows.

Blow after blow, like thunder, Eechoed far and wide, Aand the crowd was petrified with horror, Tthe unconscious terror of a dark storm.

But in a moment—a wild frenzy struck, And the spaces echoed with furious cries... By the sarcophagus of the great king, Ssilence spoke madly.

And its speech was cruel— The crowd surged and gathered, Aand underfoot, they trampled and crushed The torn flesh of the dead body.

Behold, night falls and completes Wwhat the day so fiercely decreed.

The fierce hyena howls wildly— With this funeral hymn, it gave Tthe final honor to Amenhotep.