The Fiends Who Come to Steal the Magick of the Deceased

The great one has fallen on his side

Swarmed by the eight crocodiles

I know them by their name and lives

I save my father from them

Crocodiles of the west

Who lives on the unwearying stars

Detestation of you is in me

The nau snake is in my belly

Your flame will not be upon me

Crocodiles of the east

Who live on mutilation

Detestation of you is in me

The nau snake is in my bowels

Your flame will not be upon me

Crocodiles of the south

Living on feces

Smoke and want

Detestation of you is in me

My blood is not in your hand

I will erase you

Crocodiles of the north

Living on the waste between the stars

Detestation of you is in me

Your poison is in my head

A scorpion writhes within me

I am glad with the magick of Re

What exists is within my grasp

I am heard in the house of the Great One

Who destroys the living

I am Re

Who protects himself

Nothing can harm me