Watchful of face, green of plume, O hyena,
I know the hall in the middle of the zenith
from which you go when you go aboard the night-bark.
O great float-user, filled with your power
take the wrrt crown from the great and mighty talkers,
Hail to you, unguent!
Hail to your face which has been knit on
like that of a jackal, Wepawawet.
Seized by the Earth-gods, you will not be opposed,
doors of the sky will be opened
you may go out as the jackal beside him who hides his shape.
Hail to you! You two falcons who are in this bark!
A stairway to the firmament has been set up for you
A stairway to the firmament has been set up for you
May you take the hands of the imperishable stars!
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In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.