He Maketh Himself One with Osiris
I am the Prince in the Field,
I am Osiris.
I am Horus and Ra,
One with Osiris.
I was on guard at his door
In his birth-chamber.
I was brought forth at his birth;
I am Osiris.
One with his heart and his strength,
My youth with his youth in the place
Whither he goeth.
Slaying his slayer, I too
Rise out of darkness;
Thus I take vengeance myself,
Working his vengeance.
All that is offered to him
Decketh my altar.
He who hath risen from Death
Beareth me with him.
--The Egyptian Book of the Dead
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