In Their Darkened Shrines: II. Invocation to Seditious Heresy

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 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 Rekbi 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 labour 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