[ Part I - Hall Of Saurian Entombment ]



Through subterranean labyrinths of catacombs

We hath crawled to gather in this dimly lit

Hall of colossal proportion

Which few ever see

Along black walls

Rise tier after tier of carven painted sacrophagi

Each standing in a niche in the stone

The mounted tiers rising up

To be lost in the gloom above

Thousands of carven masks

Stare down upon us

We who are rendered futile and insignificant

By this vast array of the dead



[ Part II - Invocation To Seditious Heresy ]



And here I stand

I who would be master of the black earth

Have summoned you here secretly

You who are faithful to me

To share in the black kingdom that shall nr

Tonight we shall witness

The breaking of the chains which enslave us

And the birth of a dark empire



Who am I to know what powers lurk and dream

In these murky tombs

They hold secrets forgotten for three thousand years

But I shall learn they shall teach me

See how they sleep staring through their

Carven masks

Priests monks acolytes kheri heb rekbi khet

The mummified remains of the sacrificial whores

Of the cannibalistic serpent cult s of thirty

Centuries with black incantation and foul

Necromantic art

Propitiated with the blood of the living

We will waken them from their long slumber

The ancients knew nay commanded the

Words of power

And shall teach them to me

I shall restore them to life

To labour for my own dark imperial desires

I will waken them will rouse them

Will learn their forgotten wisdom

The knowledge locked in those withered skulls

By the lore of the dead

We shall enslave the living

Pharaohs and priests long forgotten

Shall be our warriors and slaves

Who will dare to oppose us

Out of the dust shall avaris rise



[ Part III - Destruction Of The Temple Of The Enemies Of Ra ]



Foul enemies of Ra who have rebelled

Malicious fiends

Spawn of inertness impotent rebels

Nameless filth

For whom blazing pits of fire have been prepared

By the command of Ra

Down upon your faces

You are overthrown

Your skulls are crushed in

You are destroyed annihilated

Gashed with flints your windpipes cut

The joints of your backs are rent apart



The fire of the eye of Horus is upon you

Searching you consuming you

Setting you on fire burning you to ashes



Unemi the devouring flame consumes you

Sekhmet the blasting immolation of the desert

Maketh an end of you

Xul ur

Adjugeth you to destruction

Flame fire conflagration pulverize you



Your souls shades bodies and lives

Shall never rise up again

Your heads shall never rejoin your bodies

Even the words of power

Of the god thoth

The lord of spells

Shall never enable you to rise again



[ Part IV - Ruins ]



I knew they were accursed

So remote were these nameless desert ruins

Crumbling and inarticulate the debris of

Its collapsed walls was

Nearly hidden by the sands of the uncounted ages

It must have been thus before the first stones of

Memphis were laid

And the bricks of Babylon unbaked

Fear spoke from the age worn stones

This desolate survivor of the deluge

This crumbling antidiluvial ancestor

Of the eldest pyramid



Only the grim brooding desert gods

Knew what really took place here

What indescribable struggles and bloodshed

Awoke some distant throng of condemned spirits

And broke the tomblike silence of these crumbled

Time ravaged remains these night black ruins

Of some vanguished and buried temple of belial



But as the night wind diad away

Above the desert rim rose the

Blazing edge of the morning sun

Which in my fevered state

I swore that from some remote depth there came a

Great crash of metal

Like a great bronze gate

Clanging shut whose reverberations swelled out

To hail the rising sun as Memnon hails in

From the banks of the Nile