As the moon passes,
O’er the mountains;
It moves like the ninja.
Anubis guides souls
Using moonlight-I walk with
Them dressed in the black
Of night-march to the drumming-
Ninja enter by moonlight.
Necropolis is watched
By he- he who stands guard;
The moon watches
He who watches;
Be his mane: Anubis.
Anubis, thou who
Art without, come in to me-
The moon comes into
View- the eye of Horus’Ra
Always watching like ninja.
I march to the drumming,
Knowing Heaven and Hell wait,
Under these skies black,
Death on these roads walks with us.
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