Sea of uruk
I taste the salt of you
I hunt through sands of Roba El Khaliyeh

Dumuzi Apzu
Your allure is so very pure
Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa
You shall drown the fearless ones

The sword of Lapis Lazuli Diadem
Your fullness and strength is my delight

Edin Na Zu, Edin Na Zu

The stars have spoken to me
They've told me the tale of your past
Battles were clashed by you
Long before the cosmos existed
O' mountains of Mashu
Please help me to find the grey stone
I lost it, yet it's symbol unequals your race

I am in search of the Northern Nineveh; it's beyond the hills of Zagros

I thrust my sword onto the veil, and then, in the Earth
Reversed lightning strikes Sumerian sands
They glance at me with eyes of Sunkun Varloorni
Their eyes flare red with glowing embers
Follow the path of gold and ye shall find the symbols: Arra, Agga, and Bandar
In my sleeping village of Bet Durrabia, Shabatu forces the nineteenth hour

Ye go to thy Apzu; the unsightly abyss of Enidu
Ye go to thy Apzu; the impious axis of Enidu

I have traveled beneth the seas in search of our master's palace
I have finally found the grey stone of the immemorial ones

I have raised my armies in the lands of the eastern, summoning hordes
I have seen Ngga, God of Heathens, as my sword Diadem gleams

The cosmos shall be greeted from the blood of thez serpent
A serpent well known as Tehom Mummu Tiamat
Man shall be greeted from the blood of Kingu
Thy queen of mashu will haunt the vision of your breed

O' my queen, I feel your skin of white, I touch your breasts of life, yet
there's a battle I must fight

Zagros, Avagon, Ngga, Shabatu

Thy skin of white misses you
Please don't leave me ever, nevermore
Unless you go, please take me with you
We'll ride onto wings of Anzu

I heard the bellow of wolves behind the half-burnt waves
The tides of uruk swept your tongue across the salty floor

We have found the Apzu; our birthplace toward Avagon
We have found the Apzu; our meridian toward the dark

Munus Sigsigga
Ag Bara ye
Innin Aggish Xashxur
Gishnu urma

Apzu

Across the northern seas, we travel
The cold freezing winds will arouse us
Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon
Transformed by our mother, we are
I am CuChulainn, the warrior of Ulster
We'll search the lands to discover the Tir Na N'og
The sea god guides our ship to Ireland
The storms push us to the palace of Visnech
Our swords with fire are rising
Our axes with fire have risen

The call from the silver horn to Visnech splits the air
Warriors answered the horn behind the western lands
Hoofs and steel hammered past the cries beyond the thorned hills
Acknowledging the commands from the king
Our play lies north to the path of Nite
And brings us upon the fortress walls where battles raged

Raise the magick hammer of Mjollnir
Your underworld of Annwvyn draws us through
Emer, thy lucious woman, I shall sleep with you
I kiss the naked skin of white

I lust your black hair, my woman divine
I see a holocaust in your eyes
(You are my princess of live)
(You are my princess of life)

Feis Mor Tir Na N'Og

In the land of Visnech, the darkness never sinks away
All will fall upon the southern steel, yet behind the burning fires
Now, we bathe at the bleeding coast, while women laugh with the Gailant
knights

How sad is it to see my father's fallen halls?
Can I feel the pure blast from the frigid winds?
I awake the gods Epona, Cernunnos, and Lugh
Yes, I'm CuChulainn, warrior fo Ulster
[repeat verse]

In order to worship with fire and sword
The storms shall force us to the palace of Visnech
Cold, cold, how cold are the plains of Lugh?
You should ask thy Emer to reply
We've finally found the last paradise
It remains in the light of Tir Na N'Og
With the hand of Ler, Irish Sea god
We shall complete our long excursion

The dragon's guide is chance
When the waters are disturbed
In the name of the great Pythoness
Cyntefyn burns with the ground

Long ago
in the shade of timberlands
Horses and wolves united
with our invoking orbit
In order to blister
the green summer plains
We heard commands
from our benighted master:

"Reap from the illumated sky
...and become visible to thy eye!"
"I beseech thee; I entreat me"
"O circle of storms, my shield is cracked!"

We stand here to cultivate
And summon smoke from the meadow
A sweep of an athame
(The widdershin), willunlock the deep portals

Long ago
in the shade of timberlands
Horses and wolves united
with our invoking orbit
In order to blister
the green summer plains
We heard commands
from our benighted master:

"Ye overseer of the watchtowers below all clouds; we thank
you for framing the Rite of Hagiel. Bygone and beyond, we
must always and without ease, be explused.

The season or solstice is complete when the shepherd of
Wolves lie upon vanishing hill's way. We shall lure thy
lost flock from shadows onto day.

Aloneness is our space of winged sleep and sight; therefore,
watchtowers burn before the lift of the twilight"

[Instrumental]

Evil
Summoned to war
Eternal conquest for power
Gathering armies of death
To fight and kill at will
Sinister weapons of war
Piercing metal and man
Warriors
Mounted on steeds
Ride out into the mist

Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
Blood stains upon his chest

Endless
Eternal Pain
Thousands die for a king
Wretched
Weary souls
Raging battle never ends
Hatred
Inflicting death
Destroying the weak at heart
Eternity
Becomes less
War has drawn to an end

Overthrown
The emperor falls in defeat
Great halls
Crack and decay with neglect
Dethroned
He cries out in vengeance
Impaler
Mark is words of death

Shadows
Crusades of the past
Triumph through the fog
Sunsets drip into dusk
Flows like blood on my blade
Massacre the feckless breed
Dismiss all empty thrones
Riding, beyond the clouds, damnation ends in despair

Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
Blood stains upon his chest

Join us into hresholds of moonless light
Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames
Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum

Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth
The sten stars of Assiah wonders why the meadows are torched

The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah
Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters)
A Heximethian spirit looks below the edge of a cliff
...and watches the thieves of serpents
(worm of the eight-fold-star)

Join us into tresholds of moonless light
Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames
Incedere Magi Hortus Rosarum

The sun of Tipareth's circle arouses the warlock and seed
Sephiroth plants your heart to grow his oak of VITRIOL
Sepher Yetzirah is the deepest root of Atu
the sun of Tiphareth's circle dances until it falls

Tiphareth!
Your lordship is the sixth sword that triumphs teh jagged blade
Strike it downward to a rusty point
...and burn the earth as roses burn in the meadow

"Come forth, o serpent, and take your fill of poison"

I am above you and I am inside you
My fierce eroticism is in yours

"For he is ever a sun, and for he is the winged secret flame"

I am the snake that kissed Gehenna's own worm
I giveth knowledge and delight to the ones

Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth
The ten stars of Assiah wonders why meadows are torched