Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadows

In the dimly lit Temple of Anhur

As we count the dead and the vanquished

By hacking off their phalluses and piling the severed hands

Before the living stone image of God

The shamed and humbled women are subjugated 

Kneel in hopeless acquiescence

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 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 the strength to slay our enemies

The mighty Sekhmet is with us!