Nile - Annihilation of the Wicked lyrics
[Nile - Annihilation of the Wicked lyrics]
The dominion of Seker
Barren desert of eternal night shunned by Ra
Behind the gate Aha-Neteru
The wastelands of Seker
Eldest lord of impenetrable blackness
Death god of Memphis
He of the darkness and decay of the tomb
He of Rosetau
The mouth of the passage to the underworld
Closely guarded by terrible serpents
Who careth not for his
Own cult of worshippers
Seker ancient and dead
Primeval master of the world below
Remaineth unwitnessed, unseen
Hidden in his secret chamber
His primitive graven image like as
A hawk headed man
Shrouded and swathed in tomb wrappings
Standing between a pair of
Wings which issue forth
From the back of a monstrous serpent
Having two heads
Having two necks and whose tail
Terminates in a human skull
In thick darkness amid violent tempests of
Unendurable cacophony
His serpents make offerings unto his image
And live upon their own fire his servants
Hideous reptiles of terrifying aspect
Whose work is nothing less than
The annihilation of the wicked
Consume the bodies of the damned by flames of
Liquid fire they emit from their mouths
And the goddess Quetet Tent which liveth
On the blood of the dead
On their blocks
They cut into pieces the flesh of the dead
Singing hymns of torture and
Mutilation to their master
Accompanied by the wailings and
Anguish of the damned
They wreak destruction upon the wicked
Those who hath not recited the formulae
Nor made the sacrifices or who know
Not the words of power
Barren desert of eternal night shunned by Ra
Behind the gate Aha-Neteru
The wastelands of Seker
Eldest lord of impenetrable blackness
Death god of Memphis
He of the darkness and decay of the tomb
He of Rosetau
The mouth of the passage to the underworld
Closely guarded by terrible serpents
Who careth not for his
Own cult of worshippers
Seker ancient and dead
Primeval master of the world below
Remaineth unwitnessed, unseen
Hidden in his secret chamber
His primitive graven image like as
A hawk headed man
Shrouded and swathed in tomb wrappings
Standing between a pair of
Wings which issue forth
From the back of a monstrous serpent
Having two heads
Having two necks and whose tail
Terminates in a human skull
In thick darkness amid violent tempests of
Unendurable cacophony
His serpents make offerings unto his image
And live upon their own fire his servants
Hideous reptiles of terrifying aspect
Whose work is nothing less than
The annihilation of the wicked
Consume the bodies of the damned by flames of
Liquid fire they emit from their mouths
And the goddess Quetet Tent which liveth
On the blood of the dead
On their blocks
They cut into pieces the flesh of the dead
Singing hymns of torture and
Mutilation to their master
Accompanied by the wailings and
Anguish of the damned
They wreak destruction upon the wicked
Those who hath not recited the formulae
Nor made the sacrifices or who know
Not the words of power