Even I feel the sound of Emen Hetan
And the obscure vision of the neolithic ceremony
That resounds in my mind
Through the incarnations in the spheres of time
Even I remember when I arrived to you, my lord
In the dark time of the forgotten eon
And as the true wisdom by black magic
Now that the black remains cries out
And the blood of grand Kingu flows in me, your slave
Implore your horned serpent of time's abyss
Come to me, Lord
Come in this night now that the moon is immortal
And the black blood burns in me
Ereshkigal
Hear me, make me black
Master, give me your force, your power
For to take the key and, as in the past, to ride on the wings of the night
Now in the immortal night
Hear me Satan
The deadly wake up and smell the incense