The Chaos-Worn Pylon of Apophis Unem-Snef (Drinker of Blood)

They sleep, dreaming the birth of shadows and Un-Creation They writhe in primal darkness as their limbs retract and transform Transcendence into the throat of chaos, bathed in crimson Let the cultic drums of the Mesu Betshet stir the ancient ones to undeath Awakening with a memory of the screaming visage of long-forgotten prey The stench of slowly mummified remains and the taste of dried blood The mask of earthly Seth be taken off, in this abyss we are one of many coils Apep stir and let your circle tighten to strangle and crush the living world Darkener of the Earth, Saatet-ta, the names are many Against the rites of Osiris the abyssic waters again storm against creation Unem-Snef, I am protean in shape and form Darkness my essence, a blazing flame to devour all life No pylon is sacred, no deity untouchable I smell all of their fear and shrinking terror, I will drink the blood of this world Apep triumphs over Ra, let us drink the life of Ra I am fiend and shadowy darkness, we devour to satisfy primal desire Neha-hau, rotting awake in the cold, storming waters of chaos Creation shall be un-made as we enter reverse into the mirrors of this world Nothing shall halt our desire for primal chaos, immortal in our fire-shaped pylons Ra is flayed and the essence of the sun is un-made in darkness We wake now in nightmares, even shadows shall be eaten We thirst for the light, even the moon shall die in our strangling coils Mesu Betshet under the mask of Set-Typhon, our mastery shall remove order Over the dead we shall feast and bathe in blood rather than water Unem-Snef, I am the apex of the soul-eaters!