A twisted vision Of olden world coils Cast its dark mark Far into the sacrosanct Blackened space Of my turbid third eye O misery of mysteries!
I sought aft a knife To sunder the cursed serpent’s Scaly lemniscate form Yet I gazed at the serpentine body For all eternity In horror and awe Infinitely transfixed By the malicious gnosis of Chaos As is the bestial wont Of this most vicious dark god form The mysterious Apophis