I am the uncreated god Before me the dweller in chaos are dogs Their masters merely wolves I gather the power From every place From every person faster than light itself Hail to the who is in the duat Who is strong Even before the servants of serpents He gathers the power From every pit of torment Fron 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
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