Churning the Maelstrom

Am the Uncreated God
Before me, the dwellers in chaos are dogs
Their masters merely wolves

I gather the power
From every place, from every person
Faster than light itself

Hail to he who is in the Duat
Who is strong
Even before the servants of serpents

He gathers the power
From every pit of torment
From 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 wailing and lamentations
Of the shades chained therein

From he who createth gods
From the silence alone



Credits
Writer(s): Karl E. Sanders
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