Churning the Maelstrom

Am the Uncreated God

Before Me The Dwellers in Chaos are Dogs

Their Masters Merely Wolves

I Gather The Power

From Every Place

From Every Person

Faster Than Light Itself

Hail To He Who Is In The Duat

Who Is Strong

Even Before The Servants of Serpents

He Gathers The Power

From Every Pit of Torment

From They Who Hath Burnt in Flames

From Words of Power Uttered By the

Darkness Itself

Hail To He in The Pit

Who Is Strong

Even Before the Terrors of The Abyss

Who Gathers The Power

From The Wailing And Lamentations

Of The Shades Chained Therein

From He Who Createth Gods From

The Silence Alone