Yig, lord of the Old Ones
Most ancient and wise in wisdom
Known as APEP to the dwellers of the Nile
For his true shape is the one of a snake
He has no beginning
He has no end
For his body is unending
And deathless
His children are the snakes
Wherever a serpent crawls, there watches Yig
For all holding the essence of him
Who is great in their multitude
He has no beginning
He has no end
For his body is unending
And deathless
The cosmic serpent that encircles the world
In his secret temples of the west
His worshippers summon him to their rites:
Possess my body with your spirit!
My limbs are anointed in blood
My eyes are rolled back into my head
I am lying upon the sand
Enter this fleshen vessel!
Insert your teaching into my mind!
I’m undulating upon my belly
Hissing my lips but cease to speak
As an imitation of the snake
Yë, y’ti fl’anglh ugg’a thu’lh!
Yig aeth fl’anglh uuthah!
Approach deathless one!
Heed the summons of the flute!