The Blessed Dead

Looked down upon with scorn
We work the fields of the masters

Destitute, servile, cast out
Affording no tomb
We shall be buried
Unprepared in the sand

We shall never be the blessed dead

Scorned by Asar
Condemned at the weighing of the heart
We are exiled from the netherworld

Serpents fall upon us
Dragging us away
Ammitt who teareth the wicked to pieces

Pale shades of the unblessed dead
None shall enter without the knowledge
Of the magical formulas
Which is given to few to possess

Not for us to Sekhet Aaru
Our souls will be cut to pieces with sharp knives
Tortured, devoured
Consumed in everlasting flames

We shall never be the blessed dead
We shall never be the blessed dead



Credits
Writer(s): Karl E. Sanders
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