4. The Black Flame

Withdraw Thy Phallus Baboui, open the Gates of the Dust
For I am Burning in Aataakhu, chains bind me, flames encircle me
And burn my flesh open
For Me the Gates Shall Open, over the Fire of the Spirit
The Breth Drawn by the Gods, arise Apophis Return
That I Might Return, borne by the Flame
Drawn by the Gods Who Clear the Way, that I Might Pass
The Gods Which Sprang from the Drops of Blood, which Dripped From
The Phallus of Set, that I might be Reborn
For I am Khetti Satha Shemsu, Seneh Nekai
And Will Become Set of a Million Years, Akhu Amenti Hekau
I shed My Burnt Skin and am Renewed

6. Masturbating The War God

Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple of
Anhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off their
phalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stone
image of God.
The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopeless
Aquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve
our father Anhur.
Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the Ithyphallic
War God until the backs of their throats are torn out and their
bowels are ripped apart.
One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati until
the Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips with
red and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba
neth Anhur.
We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur and
His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as unto
Menthu we have become Ithyphallic.
The mighty Sekhmet is with us.

7. Multitude Of Foes

Sep Au Hetep
Ab Au Mekhar Gau t Metkh
Mekhar t Khhert Ua an Aqu
Mekri Sau t Athien Hapti
Tehem Er Sa Msa
I Call Upon Thee My Father Amun for I am in the midst of A
Multitude of Foes
Abandoned by the Legions of Amun and Ra
Engulfed by the Heat of the Fire
Blood of the Impure Drips from my Weapons
Dismembered armies Rot in the Sun
Mekhi Kherit Au Aqu
Mtum thai Peten Nekht An Aqu

8. Chapter For Transforming Into A Snake

I am a Long Lived Snake, I Pass the Night and Am Reborn Every Day
I am the Snale which is in the Limits of the Earth
I Pass the Night and am Reborn, Renewed and Rejuvenated Every Day
I am a Crocodile immersed in Dread
I am the Crocodile who Takes by Robbery
I am the Great and Mighty Loathsome Reptile
Who is in the Bitter Waters
I am the Lord of those who Bow Down in Sekhem

9. Nas Ankhu Khan She En Asbiu

Nas Aakhu Khan She en Asbiu
Ua tehani, Ua temam, Ua khames Re Per Akhu
Ua khames em bah khan She en Amu
Ua khames em bah khan She en Seshet
Temam aakhu Thaui, Temam aakhu Shemsu Satha
Saakhu Nebu Tchaut, Saakhu Nebu Khebentiu
Snemeh em bah Akhu-Ager
Tata ab uk em She en Asbiu
Ta-ua Akh uk em She en Nesersert
Meh u She en Shemmet, Meh u She en Shamu
Ua uk, Ua uk, Ua uk Aat en Khet
Ua uk, Ua uk, Ua uk

10. To Dream Of Ur

Desolate and Forsaken, Eerily Moaning Dark Winds
Murmur Incantations, Dusk Calls Forth Shadows
Spirits of the Glorious Dead Lingering, Bound to this Place
They Whisper of Untold Sagas, of Long Dead Cities
the Seven Shining Cities Sacred to the Aphkhallu
of Ages Past when the World was Young
When Babylon was Blessed of Marduk
and the Sound of her Armies was the Blare of Ominous War Horns
and the Clash of Immortal Cymbals
of Bronze Gates Arrayed in Splendour
and Magnificent Walls of Sunbaked Brick of Temples of Marble
and Bloodstained Altars, Long Before the Jeweled Throne of Ur
Fell Silent and Turned to Dust
Beneath the Endless Shifting Sands
and the Inevitable Vengeance of the Elements

12. Khetti Satha Shemsu

Khetti Satha Shemsu [3 times]
Khetti Satha Seneh
Khetti Satha Tehen
Khetti Satha Tua
Khetti Satha Kesu
Khetti Satha Sethes
Khetti Satha Sekhu
Khetti Satha Senes
Khetti Satha Suti
Khetti Satha Sekhem [3 times]

album:in their darkened shrines

1. The Blessed Dead

Looked Down Upong 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

2. Execreation Text

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 Unto The Underworld

Mut The Troublesome Dead
Plague Me No Longer
Thou Art Cursed
Thy Name Is Crushed
Thine Clay is Smashed And Broken
Thy Vengeance Against The Living
Shall Come to Naught

3. Sarcophagus

Who Dares Disturb
My Blissful Sleep
Again in Anger
Must I Rise
How Long Unknown
I Lay Emtombed

My World
So Long Forgotten
Did Disown Me
Usurper
I was Scorned

Ah
The Suffering They did Inflict

Stained With Cosmic Black Sins
The Sun No Longer Sets Me Free