In shadows deep, where mysteries unfold,
Osiris reigns, in underworld untold.
A lord of realms where shadows dance,
King of eternity, in death’s embrace.
In Abydos’ shrine, his presence divine,
Osiris, the god, in death’s design.
A sovereign of souls, in realms below,
A symphony of whispers, a spectral show.
Beneath the veil of the deathly shroud,
Osiris guides, his subjects bowed.
A ruler of spirits, in realms unknown,
Where silence echoes, and winds have flown.
In fields of Aaru, rebirth’s sweet refrain,
Osiris orchestrates the eternal gain.
A harvest of hearts, a resurrection song,
In the afterlife, where spirits belong.
From dusk to dawn, in the underworld’s sway,
Osiris holds death’s pole, in night and day.
A guardian of transitions, a compassionate guide,
Through the river of shadows, souls beside.
Oh Osiris, with your scepter and crown,
In the underworld’s depths, your power renowned.
With wisdom profound and judgment fair,
You weave the tapestry of fate with care.
In the cycle of life, death, and rebirth,
Osiris, the shepherd, tends to the earth.
A deity of balance, in cosmic embrace,
Lord of the underworld, an eternal grace.