Endless, depthless nun lay motionless

Out of these dark waters

The sun was born

“I am Khepera od the rising sun!

I am Re at noon!

I am Atum at the Sun’s last croon!”

His bones were of silver

And his flesh of gold

The mightiest of gods feared him

Yet man disobeyed his will

So from his fiery

His daughter sprung forth

To show mankind

What they were made for

Skhmet, Sekhmet, show man your vengeance!

Her chief delight was in slaughter

Her pleasure in blood

For days she went on

Slaying all she passed

Showing pity to no-one

Eating the flesh of every man

The river Nile ran with blood

And the mountainside turned crimson

Re looked over the Earth once more

Pity for man infected his heart

He asked his daughter to make good again

Laughter rolled out from her mouth

Like a lioness ready to pounce!

Only the Sleepmaker could stop her