The boats of Abydos set sail each night
Beyond that last horizon underground
Stretched like a serpent swallowing Ra's light,
Blooded by sunset whispers dying down.

Beyond that last horizon underground
Fourteen ka-spirit vessels gliding slow,
Blooded by sunset whispers dying down
Convey their kings where blessed immortals go.

Fourteen ka-spirit vessels gliding slow
(Unhampered by the mud-brick of their graves)
Convey their kings where blessed immortals go,
Accompanied by courtiers & slaves.

Unhampered by the mud-brick of their graves,
A silent crowd of lesser shadows waits:
Accompanied by courtiers & slaves
Great kings have ever been -- & thus, their fates.

A silent crowd of lesser shadows waits,
Knowing the ones they died for were no worse
Than kings have ever been -- & thus, their fates
Too trivial to spark the smallest curse.

Knowing the ones they died for were no worse
Lends little comfort through these twelve dark hours
Too trivial to spark the smallest curse,
Yet heavy as the hearts Ammut devours.

Past prayer or comfort through these twelve dark hours
Stretched like serpents swallowing Ra's light,
Yet heavy as the hearts Ammut devours,
The boats of Abydos set sail each night.