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I weep for Baal my brother

My tears like wine I drink

I bid the sun to lift him to me

Mot, has taken him from me

Vengeance for Litan he had

Just as Baal had crushed the fleeting serpent

Destroyer - your flesh he will devour

So that you may in his house forever be lost in disarray

So that the heavens may wither and weaken

On Death, I will bring retribution

His wastelands I will erase

Just as I had finished off the raging sea

Just as we had subdued the seven-headed beast

Just as I had demolished desire, divine calf, the rebel

And as I had put down fire, the bitch Zebub

Vengeance, for the conqueror

Vengeance, for the prince of the people

Vengeance, for the son of Dagon

Vengeance, for the king at Zaphon

And so forth rode Anat from mountain to sea

Yet, on black hearts and deaf ears her plight had fallen

Only by the slaughter of Mot will she bring her brother (Baal) back

from the rotten belly of the dead

Kill Mot, kill Death, kill the rot, kill Death

Mot she torched with fire,

Death she ground with millstones

The rot in the fields she sowed,

for the vultures left; his flesh

And “Flesh cried out to flesh”