Seven - Adramelech

Cutha trembles in fear

Mountains of the deep shake

As the messenger of Nergal

Raises it’s soulless voice:

«Time has come

Intervention undivine

God venom unleashing

Grinding the land like corn.»

«Raise the beautiful children

To rage against the mortal men;

Awake the soulless spawn

To thow the world your father’s wrath»

Words of hatred

Rites of the waste

Aim the stare

Of the faceless gods

Seven on heaven

Roam the black sky

Seven on earth

Crawlers of the filth

No door, no lock, no spell could hold the Asakku out

As the bearers of Kingu’s blood feel the touch of mortality

Loudly roaring above, mindlessly gibbering below

Insane heralds of pestilence feel not the sorrow and pain

Words of hatred

Rites of the waste

Aim the stare

Of the faceless gods

Seven on heaven

Roam the black sky

Seven on earth

Crawlers of the filth

Immortal spawn of the lord

Stir the cold of the deep

Seven times seven foul children

Forever lay in wait…