Those Whom the Gods Detest

I will not speak the spell for not dying again, nay

I will not speak the spell for not dying again

I am the murderous Seth

My hostility made manifest

in the rebellousness that is humanity

Entwined in coils of wrath

I disrupt the continuity of the sublime

and defy the words spoken from the mouth of Ra

We are they whom the gods detest

Unrepentant

I deny the secrecy of the texts

Impenitent

I blaspheme the sacred scrolls

Unwilling to submit

I embrace what Ra hath called profane

I shall not hail to he who rises and sets

I shall not bend to he who imprisons myriads at his

will

He who would bathe in my blood

and drink my gore

Embraced within the coils of Set

I have no fear of the second death

Of being slashed with knives

Of being butchered on the slaughtering blocks

No god or demon will feed on my entrails or drink my

blood

No blind servant of the throne of Ra

shall I willingly allow to devour me

No consuming flames of uttermost damnation shall I fear

No tongue speaking words of redemption shall ever

penetrate my will

Darkly splendid I remain unconquered

Supreme and terrible Ra

Who maketh gods and men tremble before thee

I am counted amongst legions of the unrighteous

who dread not being immersed in pits of fire

We are they whom the gods detest