Oh jackal Anubis!
Show me the road through darkness (the Duat).
I have passed through this door into nothing.
Nothing grows and nothing dies; all that was and would be is.
This life is a singular breath and your passive eye is time.
The ankh in your one hand, the knife in the other.
In dark corridors we pass, a pair of jackals black as the night around us.
We are beastly forms made beautiful by moonlight, beheld by the gods.
Together we are twilight and dawn.
I am the left eye and he is the right.
We behold the things the gods have made, down a road few men have walked.

https://cowofgold.wikispaces.com/Being+Led+by+Anubis
(via the-typhonian)