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...