In Their Darkened Shrines
Album - 20 agosto 2002 - Debaser id 35171

Looked down upon with scorn
We work the fields of the masters
And share not the bounty of the Black Earth

Destitute servile cast out
Affording no tomb
We shall be buried
Unprepared in the Sand

We shall never be the Blessed Dead

Scorned by Asar
Condemned at the weighing of the Heart
We are exiled from the Netherworld
Serpents fall upon us dragging us away
Ammitt who teareth the wicked to pieces

Pale shades of the Unblessed Dead
None shall enter without the knowledge
Of the Magickal Formulas
Which is given to few to possess

Not for us to Sekhet Aaru
Our Souls will be cut to pieces with sharp knives
Tortured Devoured
Consumed in Everlasting Flames

We shall never be the Blessed Dead

Mut the dangerous dead
Trouble me no longer
I inscribe thy name
I threaten thee with the second death
I kill thy name
And thus I kill thee again
In the afterlife

Bau terror of the living
Angry spirits of the condemned dead
I write thy name
I burn thy name in flames
I kill thy name
And thus thee are accursed
Even into the underworld

Mut the troublesome dead
Plague me no longer
Thou art cursed
Thy name is crushed
Thine clay is smashed and broken
Thy vegeance against the living
Shall come to naught

Who dares disturb
My blissful sleep
Again in anger
Must I rise
How long unknown
I lay emtombed

My world
So long forgotton
Did disown me
Unsurper
I was scorned

Ah
The suffering they did inflict

Stained with cosmic black sins
The sun no longer sets me free

Kheftiu Asar Butchiu
Enemies of Osiris who are to be burned
Let there be fetters on your arms
Let there be shackles on your necks
Let there be chains upon you
Ye shall be hacked to pieces for what ye have done to Osiris
You have put his mysteries behind your backs
You hath dragged the statue of the god
From the secret place
You hath desecrated the hidden things of the great one
You are doomed to stand and receive in your faces
The fire which the serpent Khetti is about to spit at you

Khetti
Great serpent who lieth in undulations
Before the damned
Khetti
Open thy mouth distend thy jaws
Belch forth thy flames against my fathers enemies
Burn up their bodies
Consume their souls
By the fire which issueth from thy mouth
And by the flames which art in thy body

The fire which is in the serpent Khetti
Shall come forth
And blaze against the enemies of Osiris
Whosoever knoweth how to use these words of power
Against the serpent shall be as one
Who doth not enter upon his fiery path

Am the Uncreated God
Before Me The Dwellers in Chaos are Dogs
Their Masters Merely Wolves
I Gather The Power
From Every Place
From Every Person
Faster Than Light Itself
Hail To He Who Is In The Duat
Who Is Strong
Even Before The Servants of Serpents
He Gathers The Power
From Every Pit of Torment
From They Who Hath Burnt in Flames
From Words of Power Uttered By the
Darkness Itself

Hail To He in The Pit
Who Is Strong
Even Before the Terrors of The Abyss
Who Gathers The Power
From The Wailing And Lamentations
Of The Shades Chained Therein
From He Who Createth Gods From
The Silence Alone