The dominion of Seker    Barren desert of eternal night    Shunned by Ra    Behind the gate    Aha-Neteru, the wastelands of Seker       Eldest lord of impenetrable blackness    Death god of Memphis    He of the darkness and decay of the tomb    He of Rosetau, the mouth of the passage to the underworld       Closely guarded by terrible serpents    Who careth not for his own cult of worshippers       Seker, ancient and dead    Primeval master of the world below    Remaineth unwitnessed, unseen    Hidden in his secret chamber    His primitive graven image    Like as a hawk-headed man    Shrouded and swathed in tomb wrappings    Standing between a pair of wings    Which issue forth from the back of a monstrous serpent    Having two heads    Having two necks    And whose tail terminates in a human skull       In thick darkness amid violent tempests of unendurable cacophony    His serpents make offerings    Unto his image and live upon their own fire    His servants, hideous reptiles of terrifying aspect    Whose work is nothing less than the annihilation of the wicked    Consume the bodies of the damned    By flames of liquid fire they emit from their mouths    And the goddess Quetet Tent which liveth on the blood of the dead       On their blocks, they cut into pieces the flesh of the dead    Singing hymns of torture and mutilation    To their master       Accompanied by the wailings and anguish of the damned    They wreak destruction upon the wicked    Those who hath not recited the formula    Nor made the sacrifices    Or who know not the words of power