The Collected Poetry

According to Viper, Chapter 2: The Entrance

I carry soft and low the book of the dead,

Held aloft, swaying under the incense,

The subtle twists and turns, of the chords,

Of the music they'll play at the end of the world,

Makes my heart jump.

And now allow this trance to overtake your mind,

Anywhere you free your conscious-

There you will see the heavens

Breaking and pouring,

In light all over you.

Nedj!

Homage, homage to,

the Governor of Abydos.

I tell you I am a swallow, I am a scorpion.

I wait for the reckoning with the ancestors of light.

Unfetter me, and let me go in.

I pass before the Nebertcher,

I bring my message to the Uat.

The beautiful gate is nigh,

My heart and soul shall not be prisoners of my flesh anymore!

And in a low voice, the envoy began to speak,

And I, Viper, who was present in the abyss,

Who was born in heaven,

Who landed in my face in the dirt,

Started to see a clear vision,

Of tarot cards that bled,

And dogs made of fire:

In the waters of the Nu, arose the beetle Khepri,

Who carried the sun to strength,

And Shu who separated the poles,

So the universe was destined to be formed.

And the incorporeal race, whom we met so long ago,

Built with light, infused with breath, and armed,

Armed with weapons of adamant,

The witnessed the birth of the holy generation at Heliopolis,

The Primeval Hill.

A thousand blazing lights the filled the room,

Clothed in silver metal, active and attentive,

Waiting, willing, watching,

And then from the duat tumbled,

And from the Valley of Kings when it opened,

The pharaoh's Ba, assured in peace, crying:

We join you when you celebrate the feast!

Gather and dance with us through oil and fog,

We carve our unkown Ren onto the wallk,

In honeycomb-pattern, entraced with gold!

The dreamy whisper of the envoy echoed,

I heard his rapturous delight:

Oh glorious, glorious is the Entrance,

Sanctified our movement through the doors,