Upon Thy Mortal Throne

The poison burned like fire… fiercer than the furnace and the flames

…but thy art is pure, thy soul is pure.

Pure is thy soul amongst the gods... let not be shut in thy soul

Let be opened the way for thy soul and thy shadow, may it see a great god.

Thou comest forth to thy mother, and she strengthened thy arm

She maketh a way for thee through the sky, to the place where god abides.

The opening of the gates of the sky… opened the doors of the celestial deep

Thou hast found god and he watcheth over thee.

The shining one who dwelleth… in the darkness

The divine form that dances… in the dirt

I speaketh to thee, I converse with thee

Come onto thee, bowing down even to the ground.

The opening of the gates of the sky… opened the doors of the celestial deep

Taken by thy hand, let into the two regions of heaven.

The shining one who dwelleth… in the darkness

The divine form that dances… in the dirt

…by his feet, by the reason of the writing which thou hast

In the region of the sea.

…of thy body… and thy flesh…and thy bones

Passage of thy passage is thus!

Pass forth the bread of eternity... pass forth the drink of everlasting

Satan is in heaven, in the form of air

He is firmly established in heaven

…and he taketh his pure seat, in the bows of the bark of god.

The heavens drop water, the stars will throb

Deathly bones will tremble, but thy soul shall not

His mother knoweth not his name, and thy gifts are in heaven

Stronger than thy father, now I look upon thy throne.