Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple of

Anhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off their

phalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stone

image of God.

The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopeless

Aquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve

our father Anhur.

Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the Ithyphallic

War God until the backs of their throats are torn out and their

bowels are ripped apart.

One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati until

the Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips with

red and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba

neth Anhur.

We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur and

His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as unto

Menthu we have become Ithyphallic.

The mighty Sekhmet is with us.