In Their Darkened Shrines

Looked down upon with scorn We work the fields of the masters And share not the bounty of the black earth Destitute servile cast out Affording no tomb We shall be buried Unprepared in the sand We shall never be the blessed dead Scorned by Asar Condemned at the weighing of the heart We are exiled from the netherworld Serpents fall upon us dragging as away Ammitt who teareth the wicked to pieces Pale shades of the unblessed dead None shall enter without the knowledge Of the magickal formulae Which is given to few to possess Not for us the Sekhet Aaru Our souls will be cut to pieces with sharp knives Tortured devoured Consumed in everlasting flames We shall never be the blessed dead

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Kheftiu Asar Butchiu Enemies of Osiris who are to be burned Let there be fetters on your arms Let there be shackles on your necks Let there be chains upon you Ye shall be hacked to pieces for What ye have done to Osiris You have put his mysteries behind your backs You hath dragged the statue of the god From the secret place You hath desecrated the hidden things of the great one You are doomed to stand and receive in your faces The fire which the serpent Khetti is about to spit at you Khetti Great serpent who lieth in undulations Before the damned Khetti Open thy mouth distend thy jaws Belch forth thy flames against my Fathers enemies Burn up their bodies Consume their souls By the fire which issueth from thy mouth And by the flames which art in thy body The fire which is in the serpent Khetti Shall come forth And blaze against the enemies of Osiris Whosoever knoweth how to use These words of power Against the serpent shall be as one Who doth not enter upon his fiery path

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

I 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 wailings and lamentations Of the shades chained therein From he who createth gods from The silence alone

I whisper in the ear of the unblessed dead And my words of power are heard in the underworld The dead They are compelled to obey me Even unto the worlds below Yea I whisper in the ear of the unblessed dead And they heed my necromantic demands For I have bound them Inexorably Cursed in this life and the next I whisper in the ear of the unblessed dead And they tell me things no living man knoweth For I have taken possession of their shadows And they are mine to command in the netherworld I dream of the dead And their shades showeth me visions Which no living man can know I whisper in the ear of the dead And mine is the unwritten knowledge That lieth under the black earth To speak the name of the dead Is to cause them to live again

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Ashu give us power To oppose this legion of shrikes They hath defiled our monuments and graves For their greed of treasure Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn We are the breath of Horus Hot as the desert wind We are the slayers and reapers of men By the arrow shot from Lanata You will fall to your knees dead Or begging quarter Torn to shreds by obese vultures Fossilized in the desert sand We are the breath of Horus Hot as the desert wind We are the slayers and reapers of men You will never escape This valley Gallala Left to decompose Forbidden the underworld Bemused by battle lust I gash your throat And splatter your blood Upon the altar of Bes We erect one hundred pyramids With your severed heads Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Through subterranean labyrinths of catacombs We hath crawled to gather in this dimly lit Hall of colossal proportion Which few ever see Along black walls Rise tier after tier of carven painted sarcophagi Each standing in a niche in the stone The mounted tiers rising up To be lost in the gloom above Thousands of carven masks Stare down upon us We who are rendered futile and insignificant By this vast array of the dead

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

And here I stand I who would be master of the black earth Have summoned you here secretly You who are faithful to me To share in the black kingdom that shall be Tonight we shall witness The breaking of the chains which enslave us And the birth of a dark empire Who am I to know what powers lurk and dream In these murky tombs They hold secrets forgotten for three thousand years But I shall learn they shall teach me See how they sleep staring through their Carven masks Priests monks acolytes Kheri Heb Rekhi Khet The mummified remains of the sacrificial whores Of the cannibalistic serpent cults of thirty Centuries with black incantation and foul Necromantic art Propitiated with the blood of the living We will waken them from their long slumber The ancients knew nay commanded the Words of power And shall teach them to me I shall restore them to life To labor for my own dark imperial desires I will waken them will rouse them Will learn their forgotten wisdom The knowledge locked in those withered skulls By the lore of the dead We shall enslave the living Pharaohs and priests long forgotten Shall be our warriors and slaves Who will dare to oppose us Out of the dust shall Avaris rise

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Foul enemies of Ra who have rebelled Malicious fiends Spawn of inertness impotent rebels Nameless filth For whom blazing pits of fire have been prepared By the command of Ra Down upon your faces You are overthrown Your skulls are crushed in You are destroyed annihilated Gashed with flints your windpipes cut The joints of your backs are rent apart The fire of the eye of Horus is upon you Searching you consuming you Setting you on fire burning you to ashes Unemi the devouring flame consumes you Sekhmet the blasting immolation of the desert Maketh an end of you Xul Ur Adjudgeth you to destruction Flame fire conflagration pulverize you Your souls shades bodies and lives Shall never rise up again Your heads shall never rejoin your bodies Even the words of power Of the god Thoth The lord of spells Shall never enable you to rise again

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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