Hymn to Absent Gods

Oh Sutekh, master of chaos, storms, disorder, Keeper of those who dwell away from the Nile, Forsake not your people, far from Hapi’s embrace Lay bare your heart, a feather, at Osiris’ trial. Do the offerings of our great hearths displease you? We keep all rites and rituals that gods compel. Would you forsake your supplicants’ appeasements? In this, the Land of Reeds, wherein your people dwell? Corruption deepens, the Earth herself is wrathful Lands split asunder, and the winds and waters roil. Abandon not those whom you once held as faithful. Raise up our host here in this time of blood and toil! Lord Sutekh, grant us your wisdom, strength, and guile That we may drive the insolent foe from these our lands. Grant us the power of your scepter and your vision That we may better carry out your sacred plans.