Not enough
Not enough offerings for her in Phillae
Nothing satisfies her hunger for the domination
There is something hidden in his heart
Behind the name. The existence of the realm itself
Tell her the real name
Not the one she heard before or she will
Sculpt for him a snake
Dripping from his tongue it will be waiting for him by the road
Never he misses a walk
Oh how exposed he is to her
Caught in the knot
Caught in Isis’ knot
How dreadful his roar after the bite
In convulsions lies the greatest of all gods
He never felt fear but it’s in his white eyes
Too late to call Sekhmet for help
Grimace has twisted his tongue and mouth
Unbearable to see
The Mighty One in agony
Does he deserve to be called her king?
Powerless, let her help with this disease
All she needs is his name
He was calling himself all known names
Among which were Atum and Khepri
Isis did not let her be deceived
She is the only one who can save him
The more he’s lying
The more painful is suffering
Liar. Give it up
She will not be tricked by Morning Sun
She will find the name of power in his heart
She will extract it right from his chest
From his chest
Having his name in her possession she will conquer all the realm
In convulsions lies the greatest of all gods
He never felt fear but it’s in his white eyes
Too late to call Sekhmet for help
Grimace has twisted his tongue and mouth
