Seven Horns of War

I am become

The hawk headed lord

Arrayed in blinding light

Upon a dawn of terror

Given unto you

The machines of conquest

Engines of war

Anointed with blood and dung

With them shall ye smite thine enemies

None shall stand before thee

Slay, maim, trample, raze their cities to utter ruin

With fire and blood

With sword and spear

Be thou merciless

Damn them that pity

Attack without quarter

Swift as a serpent turn and strike

Drag down their souls to awful torment

Spit upon them

Lash them to the wheel of suffering

Sieze the stele of revealing

Set it in the secret temple

That stele thou shalt call

The abomination of desolation

Count well its name

I am as

The hawk headed lord

Who appeareth on the throne of Ra

Supreme and terrible

Ra Harmachis

Who maketh gods to tremble

Arrayed in blinding light

Upon a dawn of war