Untamed, wrathful goddess, avenger of wrongs
Thou fearful deity who is
Worshipped by the warlords and kings
Scarlet lady, lion goddess
Bloodcraving, furious one
May thy flaming arrows strike my myriad enemies

Spirit of doom, embodified in all annihilations
Wrath of the sun, who dries out the cadavers of the slain

Sekhmet, the wrathful, assaults the living!

The presence of death, rampage
And completer ruin is
Balm for thy ever-raging heart
Thy breath exhaled
Among the countless warfields is
The churning wind that made the desert boil the legions of the foe

We, who have hacked off the limbs
And skulls of a countless enemies
We piled the corpses up high to send thee praise
Yet thy bloodlust is never to be quelled
Thou will rage and slay
Until humanity is eradicated

Excessive slaughter until the end of all human life
Cruelties beyond any cruelty one could conceive
Are what made thee longing
For even more bloodshed
The inventory of death will never be unsupplied

Sekhmet, the wrathful, assaults the living!

And thy temple is filled
With the whisperings of thy name
Amongst thy one-hundred statues
Painted with blood
Cast plagues upon the ones
Who try to defile this place
Where you may be worshipped
Besides the tomb of Amenhotep

We, who have shed the bowels
Of those whom we have conquered
We piled their skulls up high to send thee praise
Yet thy bloodlust is never to be quelled
Thou will rage and slay
Until humanity is eradicated

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