Those Whom the Gods Detest

I will not speak the spell for not dying against, 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
 My 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