It is written Amenti is a place of stupor and decay Devoid of light Wherein is collected every creature Gods and men great and small Escaped by neither the young nor the old
It is written There was a time when there was no death When the God Temu alone existed Death became necessary to continue his existence After breath had left his body
It is written The fertile lands of the living Are merely the antechamber to the netherworld The earth only a temporary dwelling place The true home is the underworld which awaits us
It is written The God with the face of a dog The eyes of a man Who feedeth on the dead Who watches at the lake of fire
He who waits to devour the newly arrived dead The God which swalloweth hearts And voideth filth Who remains unseen The true home is the underworld which awaits us The true home is the underworld which awaits us all
