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*Lyrics : Lord Tiranna / Music : Scharack

                                          First Chapter

From the inner temple of Absu

To the opening of the sea that all see

Son of the prince, silver sword muddy mountain

In the imperial Kiur, vast abode of the Gods

You gaze upon the stellar novas and see

Your destiny linked to the  seed, contortion barely

Where weapons present themselves

As the cloud that inspired terror

The great An has given your purpose above earth and sky

Enlil has unfolded for you the trees and medleys of hate

But to be free of all unhealthy hollow

Enki from the depth of the seas has made the waves

Subjugated under your feet/imperial edge

Entil didn't think that your majesty would carry the

Jealousy of the planets and anyway he proclaimed you name

Throughout the vast borders of the universe

And your crescent, Nanna is called crescent of the seventh day

The Gods have keep to you a throne of osier and tin

However Enki had decreed your destiny from the sanctuary of Eridu from the sublime Absu the king, cosmos has spoken

And he has decided that your head surpass the skies and stars

Warned of his ordinances dwell on the wild mountains

And the great Gods come to sacrifice

Repartition of wells with proud and silver hearth

Namma, Enki consecrates for you the dwelling (and turns it scarlet)

Makes descent the cosmic chaos and magnetic waves

Directs for you the temple of the pine wood

All of that fundaments in thyself are done oh Namma

Commands for you the rules and rites of purification

So (all of us) will be honored by the glory of the beign           Oh !  Nañma

(Interlude) : Scharack

                                       Second chapter

Enki institutes the rites of purification for you

To the side of the river that all sees

The blood is possessed and it's available for the temple

The members are fork

About the purification rites, from the imperial abyss

Vast sea, this destiny have emerged

The temple of the pine wood suits the great ordinances

Of sky and earth/abyss and sea

Namma, you have install yourself on your imperial throne

Who holds the scepter of high head and brilliant horns

Who holds the mask of the possessed ones

Also holds the blood of victors and defeated

The one who suits the corpses and lust of Namma

Also he is the one who finishes the hopes of the weak

But it's Dara-Absu who from Eridu

Purs the blood for these hands

From the blackened throne of Ur

Ashimbabbar, carries on the head a ribbon

Crown from which one can trust

From where the shining imperial horn rises

He raises the head toward the scaffold of the dead

Possessed blood, possessed blood, shining blood!!!