Sutekh (Chaos)

Lord of the Northern Sky, chaos unbound

Whose head is a beast, yet has no form

Lord of deserts, the mightiest of Gods

Whose blade cuts deep the weakened enemy

A tribe of sand moves across a sky forlorn

I am the Eye within the center, overmastering, devouring

As the Serpent do I embrace torment, stinging death

Yet through me there is life

The moon is dark, sleeping in a desolate ruin

Shadows bring my servants, breeding serpents within

Lord of Beasts, who cuts with the knife oppression and

stasis

Let strife run through the veins of all, let mastery be

of the strong

There is no compassion for those who are not of our blood

Praise is made in me, for here darkness begins

Tongues of flame, scribe my books of art

So infernal, yet I compel the suns scorching rays

Lord of the Darkened Skies, yet arise in the Noon

Burning sun and deathhead Moon