Arkan - The Seven Gates lyrics

To the dwelling of Erkalla's god Daughter of Sin is determined to go Enthralled, she harks unto the cries And open her ears to the Great Below Sparkling stones fastened to her breast A gold ring around her wrist If she won't return A lament for her by the ruins Over the door and the bolt, dust has settled Go, Gatekeeper, let her in Strip off and take away her crown Such are the rites of the Mistress Stripped of means and naked Helpless as the day she was born Inanna turned into a green Decaying slab of meat Escape From the underworld Decrease In fertility on earth God of wisdom, grieved and troubled Great helper of humankind Scrapes the dirt under your fingernails Give'em the food and the water of life