Sun of Dead Seasons - Ofermod

A star is drawn down from higher planes

Violently whirling into the deeps of Irkallla

The pitch black dewlling of the seven ensnarers

Opposers of Ea, the evil ones

The ladder may seems endless, yet downwards we must climb

In each man a star: yes, a fading one

The coiled, black serpent awakens

Slithering upwards from the roots in the deep

In the dwelling of the seven, the evil ones

We are burned, tortured, tested and fledged to die!

Ne-uru-gal, ne-uru-gal Shamash!

Torch the sun of the underworld!

Ne-uru-gal, ne-uru-gal Shamash!

Clear the channel to the void!

To the void!

Sarrum sa isaum

Belum sa mustarsim

Haitum sa fabin

Quatum sa sedin

Usumgallium rabbium atta!

Ana usumgallim quadrim!

Ana hasmim dannim!

Ana irkullim saplanum!

Ana herebim sa musitim!

In the abode where the worm-hole to the other side

Is bound to thrust open, to blind our eyes

Incantations resound, and we salute the coming night

As we invoke our own demise in this unholy rite!

The forbidden light is then torched and breaks free

Its rays reverse and a black hole is born

Directing the black light both inwards and out

Devouring and scorching the root of the dyling light!

Ura!

Ura-gal!

Ne uru-gal!

Ura!

Ura-gal!

Ne uru-gal Shamash!

Behold the lord of the great dwelling

Soon to rise as a god of drought

The sinister star of dead seasons

A reaper of hearts, a destroyer of lies!

The one who causes the flesh dissolve

The one who undresses every bone!

Ne uru-gal, ne-uru-gal Shamash!

Torch the sun of the underworld!

Ne-uru-gal, ne-uru-gal Shamash!

Clear the channel to the void!