| Miscellaneous
|
| …And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh…
|
| Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
|
| The last of Ka drifts across the river
|
| — Our sky outside has not been named.
|
| Two Ugalla-demons start their battle
|
| — Tempest of the creek is floored in flames.
|
| Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather
|
| — Sea-dwelling floods reply without names.
|
| Taste the salty tides of the Apzu
|
| — Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame.
|
| Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
|
| 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
|
| Azzta’s truth.
|
| 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
|
| Azzta’s truth.
|
| 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
|
| Azzta’s truth.
|
| Ea’s eye is the way…
|
| We are the ones who know the mountain passes,
|
| and we’ll search the battlefields,
|
| Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength,
|
| so Tiamat SNEERS WITH THE HATE AND COMMANDS the storm-chariot of the horses.
|
| Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down,
|
| but cannot fill our veins with venom.
|
| We warned you twice:
|
| «WE COMMAND THE MUSHUSSU!»
|
| «SHARP OF TOOTH AND STRIKE OF FANG!»
|
| «HORNED SERPENT OF THE UNCLAIMED!»
|
| «SHINE!»
|
| Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed
|
| The dragon’s semen is what you drink to be crowned by night
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!»
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!»
|
| With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below
|
| Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!»
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!»
|
| In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter
|
| Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!»
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!»
|
| Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon’s semen,
|
| So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!»
|
| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!»
|
| …AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH… |