Tribunal of the Dead

I fear I may have fallen out with the regime

An enemy of the state

My name is written amongst the disgraced

On a clay image of a bound human captive

I bring incense to appease the forthy two assessors

The tribunal of the dead

I bring natron the imbibing of which purifies

Thot who vindicated osiris

Entrap mine enemies in the presence of every god and godess

In the presence of the great tribunal

In heliopolis on that night of battle

Of the slaughter of those who rebelled

In the presence of the great tribunal

In abydos on the night of the festival

Of the numbering of the dead

In the presence of the great tribunal

Which is on the road of the dead

In the presence of he that is nothing

On the night of the great devastation

Lords of justice lords of the west

Who pass judgment upon the dead

Who instill terror in those who have wrought wickedness

I have come that you may drive out the evil which is in me

All that I have done before the lords of eternity

Since I came forth from the womb

Let me be cleansed by fire

Let no evil lay talon or claw upon me

Let my heart not be devoured

Necrosaeropagus