Ashu, give us power
To oppose this legion of shrikes
They hath defiled our monuments and graves
For their greed of treasure

Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn
Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn
Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn

We are the breath of Horus
Hot as the desert wind
We are the slayers and reapers of men
By the arrow shot from Lanata
You will fall to your knees dead or begging quarter
Torn to shreds by obese vultures
Fossilized in the desert sand

We are the breath of Horus
Hot as the desert wind
We are the slayers and reapers of men
You will never escape
This valley Gallala
Left to decompose
Forbidden the underworld
Bemused by battle lust
I gash your throat
And splatter your blood
Upon the altar of Bes
We erect one hundred pyramids
With your severed heads

Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn
Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn
Ashu Sehu Neferui Skhenn