Hail to Thee, Ra-Horakhty, Lord of the Two Horizons!
Whose brow is of fine gold, whose rays are arrows of truth.
You who sail the Barque of Millions in triumph over the serpent Apep,
Turn Your solar eye upon the children of the Eastern Lands,
Upon those who dwell in the shadow of the sun’s first breath.

Let Your ka, Your mighty double, descend upon them like the noonday heat.
Forge their spines in the furnace of Your brow, O Khepri, the Becoming One!
Make their hearts the core of a mountain, unyielding as the bed-rock of Atum.
Grant them the fury of Sekhmet, the resolve of Ptah, the patience of Osiris in the dark earth.

They are the reeds of the Delta, bent by the wind of Set’s chaos, but they shall not break!
For You, O Ra, are the great Heron who alights upon the primordial mound;
From the waters of Nun, You bring order. From the chaos, You bring Ma’at.

I speak the magic, I knot the spell:
Let their spirit be as the djed-pillar, raised and eternal.
Let their voice be as the roar of the lion-goddess, shaking the heavens.
Let their hope be as the undying star that sails behind You in the night-barque.

You are He Who Comes Forth from the Light.
You are the Bull of the Nine Bows, mighty of strength.
You are the Falcon whose wingspan shields the worthy.

As You rise each morning, renewed and victorious,
So too shall their resolve rise.
As You command the day and defy the night,
So too shall they stand.

It is decreed. So it is woven. So it is done.

THE PURE OPPOSITE OF KEK.