Who can provide some ancient poems about Anubis?

Hehe, was it written by modern people? It would be a little difficult if the ancients didn't leave the poems you wanted, hehe. Just kidding, I wish you a perfect answer as soon as possible.

My dream

Wandering alone at the intersection of hell.

More chaotic than chaos, devouring the soul.

Poseidon hasn't woken up yet, but the gates of hell have been opened.

Seven devil's sickles, open the final darkness.

The wall of sighs is tearing, and the red snake that spits fire is released.

The feet of heaven are shaking, and the temple of Anubis is twisted.

Angels change color, has the final judgment come?

The ghost is crying, when can it be freed?

Anubis, on the height of light, do you feel the sadness of eternity sinking into harmony?

They can't wait for patience

Listen to the jingle of mace, that's the cutting sound of chains.

Satan is howling, and Laserik is blowing the horn of battle.

Lucifer's tail touched the ground in a verbal attack,

Murphy's body kept pounding the mountain. . .

But then I woke up.

The devil's dream

Wandering alone at the intersection of the underworld.

Not only hesitating, but also devouring the soul.

Anubis hasn't woken up yet, but the gates of hell have been opened.

Seven demons, open the last darkness.

The wall of sighs is devouring, and the red snake that spits fire is released.

The feet of heaven are shaking, and the palace of Dora is turning.

Angels change color, will the final judgment come?

The ghost is crying, when can it be freed?

Soaring high in the light, do you feel the sorrow of sinking into endless darkness forever?

They can't wait for patience

Listen, the jingle of sickle, that's the cut chain.

The dead are howling, and Seth is blowing the horn of battle.

Lucifer's tail touched the ground in a verbal attack,

My body keeps pounding the mountain peak. . .

But then the devil woke up.

Traces of winter

3000 centuries later.

In the coming rainy season

Crossing the endless Nile

I can't find any trace of you.

And your unbearable pupils

miss

Winter has passed.

But I didn't leave the weeping flower season.

Walking alone in Egypt

It was quiet that day.

How many white clouds are there

Anubis is about to collapse.

At this most difficult time

Amon is dead.

Isis prayed silently.

I want the earth to be free.

Seth is getting closer to heaven.

Evil will soon rule the world.

At this time, Amon's paradise.

But it glows golden.