Black Seeds of Vengeance

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 subjuga

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

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