Called to being by thy tongue
Forged by thine own sweat and blood
All who walk - servants of the son
Bow down to me

Reborn at dawn the gift of light
Cross the underworld by night
Mortals bow and praise the sun
or cursed by your ways become

Who dares plot against the creator?
Receive the punishment that is due
Slaughter unto my satisfaction
Behold, The Eye of Ra