I am become
The hawk headed lord
Arrayed in blinding light
Upon a dawn of terror
Given unto you
The machines of conquest
Engines of war
Anointed with blood and dung
With them shall ye smite thine enemies
None shall stand before thee
Slay, maim, trample, raze their cities to utter ruin
With fire and blood
With sword and spear
Be thou merciless
Damn them that pity
Be thou merciless
Damn them that pity
Attack without quarter
Swift as a serpent turn and strike
Drag down their souls to awful torment
Spit upon them, lash them to the wheel of suffering
Lash them to the wheel of suffering
Seize the stele of revealing
Set it in the secret temple
That stele thou shalt call
The abomination of desolation
Count well its name
I am as
The hawk headed lord
Who appeareth on the throne of Ra
Supreme and terrible
Ra Harmachis
Who maketh gods to tremble
Arrayed in blinding light
Upon a dawn of war
War!
