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