Beatification Of The Dead

Merciful Nannar
Lord God sin
Son of Ea
Master of origin
Your steeds wake
To the crack of
Your thunderstone
Breathing fire
Life to the mire
Turning dust to bone
To bone!

Unknown, unborn
Alive, undead
For thee our blood
We will shed

Steadfast and constant
As the foremost star
Usurping the ghost
The spectre of
The elder God Anshar
The seven winds of
Merodach howl ablaze
As we ride through
The shadows of
The nocturne's gaze

Primal, obscure
Triumphant, supreme
A terror untold, unseen

He guards the passage
To the haven of rest
Beatifying our
Warrior dead
To thee we call
Join our congregation
Bringer of pain
And indignation

The blood of the tyrant
Kings will be spilled
By the slayer of
The tempest God
Victory is near
Our magick you fear
Damned in hell
You shall be for
What you sought

Unshackled, uncaged
Wild, untamed
A plague of evil
Unchained

He guards the passage
To the haven of rest
Beatifying the dead
In Atet and Sektet
Join our congregation
Enter the circle
Of conjuration

Indignation! Pain!
Evil untamed!
Evil unchained!

Divination, black magic
Necromancy
We unlock the key
To the seven tablets
Of destiny
Incantations of
Arcane lore
The book of fate
Our weapon of war
Exhuming
The destroyer
The storm wind queen
Spawn of the
Nine worms of Amenti

Unknown, unborn
Alive, undead
For thee our blood
We will shed

He guards the passage
To the haven of rest
Beatifying our
Warrior dead
To thee we call
Join our congregation
Enter the circle
Of conjuration