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YAMATU LYRICS
"Shurpu Asaru" (2000 Best of/Compilation)
1. The Waters of Egura Stir
2. Summoning of the Warriors (Ascending the Unlit Chambers)
3. Flight to Ashariludu
4. The Sixth Gate Shines No More
5. Of Blood and Stone...
6. Gathering the Serpentines of Gid
7. Akakharu
8. Enki Adu En I, Invokat Rectificando
9. I. Ishkur Egishnugal — Harsag Zalazalag
10. II. Ishkur Egishnugal — Ashariludu
11. Apsu: Gitmalu Sinnu Nagiru Suluppu Ma Nanna
12. Maklu Ina Shi Abnu, Asaru: Eribu, Ningishzidda
13. Ina Margidda: Ningishzidda Sanu Ina Mu Mummu Absu
14. Soul Satan *
1. The Waters of Egura Stir
The black elixir falls from the heavens. Tliamat bleeds forth ancient dew drops upon the earthly sphere. The seven great stars are hanging from the sky. Jupiter is in retrograde and the dark waters of the abyss stir within the primum mobile. The moon stands still over the crimson sands of Ur. The throne bearers of Ninnkigal gather to rise up from the abyss. Ishniggarab prepares the warriors with shield and sword. The knights of Kuir have risen and the battle-path of Yamatu lies before these ancient warriors of hidden shadows. The triad locks and spawns forth the waters of antimony and vitriolum. The seven shadowed metals are exalted from the blackened abyss. Thy dark elixir takes rise upon the Jupiter. With sorceries of long ago, the gates shall break open and the rectification of the stone shall be fortified.
2. Summoning of the Warriors (Ascending the Unlit Chambers)
The cold autumn winds lay siege to my darkened soul. My progressing thoughts are ever melancholy. The ancient winds speak to me through these castle walls. They speak to me centuries of war and conflict. My days grow old with sorrow and Endirra still lies present in my mind. He bleeds forth to me sorceries of long ago. Oh how my blade has met many an Elder. I witness the forthright conquering of Shammash (of Endiru) when Endirra unleashed the ancient wolfe from its bindings. The wolfe swallowed the blinding sphere of illumination, and to this day Uddu hath not shown his face. Eternal darkness has prevailed for centuries...though the energies of Merodach still flow through thy dark abode. The day has come to draw thy blade once more and so the queen of mysteries is summoned from beyond the great mountains and the forces of Tliamatu raise unto thy blackened Utchat. Upon the wings of Ushumgallum I shall fly and crush the lord of fifty names. For the moon now stands in the valley of Masshu... May the knights of Kuir prevail!
3. Flight to Ashariludu
These dark warriros now ascend the bowels of the earth and forward unto the ebony spheres. Flowing through the shadowed passages we are taken to the horizon of the falling sun. The fifty powers weaken us as we follow this ancient path. Under the wings of Nindikugga I flow as thy liquid form towards the brightened gate of Umunapaddu.
4. The Sixth Gate Shines No More
The blades of we Ancients clash with that of the fifty powers and I summon forth dark hymns with the blind chaos of Azagthoth. The darkened winds shift toward the heavens, crushing the sphere of red. I call upon the sorceries of Ningishzidda...great horned serpent of the darkest sorceries! With thy majikal chants, the Ancients conquer with victory. May the Asaru eternally rest upon the vacant wastelands. The seven bearers of the ancient throne are exalted from abyssmal waters. The essence of nocturne is caputered within the glass of a blackened heart... The stone has manifested itself in the most balanced of natures! Behold seven hundred and twenty-six!
5. Of Blood and Stone...
The night winds of Gi Umuna have awoken me from thy slumber. They speak of the seven salts that their breezes scattered across the vast plains of Absu. And so, I drink of this abyssmal water seven hundred and twenty-six times, and the salts are made known to me.
And from the lost city of Ekurbad, a voice cries, “their essence lies within the hidden flame.” And so, I draw thy blade of firestone with spell & chant and thrust its essence into the earth. With heat and fire the elements reveal the arcanum and the primal power of the serpent manifests within. The forgotten ones have awoken and remembered...and with weapons they return so that the blind may fall. May the mysteries of the stone gather unto thee...
With the sevenfold powers of vitriolum and thy battle blades of yamatu, the warriors of Shadu come forth from their spaces. The forces of ancient artistry have made presence within thy human chamber. With darkened sky and blackened earth, Tsilatu spreadeth her wings over the horizon. The veils of Merodach are distilled by our sorceries and the blind are cut in twain by our blades. The cosmos has unfoldeth itself unto the union of the halves. The serpent manifests as one and the tides of victory sweep across the unseen mists. The blood is rectified unto the throne, the eye, and the stone. Behold, Asaru!
6. Gathering the Serpentines of Gid
Enter seven shadows of the flame, I conjure thee forth from the forgotten plains of Urulu. I awaken thee from beyond the mountains of Shadu. Spirits of the deep embrace me... Gibil gashru umuna yanduru, tushte yesh shir illani uma yalki, gishtar ia zi ia, ia zi dinger girra kanpa, gishbar ba gibbil ba girra zi aga kanpa...
Thou art conjured he whom keepeth the sharp point of the sword. May thou bring forth to thee the formulae of the seven shadowed essences? Kakkammanunu! By the serpents of the sacred staff, I distill the essence of Asaru and call forth the cold vengeance of kakkab u alap shame...
Ia ia ia, adu en I ba ninib, ninib ba firik, firik ba pirik, pirik ba agga ba es, agga ba es ba akka bar, akka bar ba akka ba es, akka ba es ba akka bar, akka bar ba agga ba es, agga ba es ba pirik, pirik ba firik, firik ba ninib, ninib ba adu en I, iaiaiaia, kur bur ia, edin ba ega. Erim ba egura, E E E, ia ia ia, ekhi iak sakkak, ekhi azag-thoth, ekhi asaru, ehki tliamatu, ia ia ia...
By the Dur of Indur and they serpentine of Gid, I call forth thy lady Shakugu, mistress of the cracked cauldron (wherein the secrets of the seven metals are forgotten). From Nuzku upon Uru, the essence is made known to thee...and I embrace the blackened blood of thy dragonlord.
7. Akakharu
The crescent moon drifts upon the darkened skies... with emotions I am aroused by the sweet call of thy serpent, and a cold sensation arises within... the eternal lust of calm that fulfills thy desires... I touch the soft winds of the night and the stars carry me upon winter mists... engulfed in deep ecstacy I touch the earth with my eternal thirsts... like strangers to an ever known presence they release unto thee and the blood moistens upon thy lips... in a sweeping breath, the night calls thy name and the crescent moon drifts upon the darkened skies...
8. Enki Adu En I, Invokat Rectificando
...ia ia ia, adu en I ba ninib, ninib ba firik, firik ba pirik, pirik ba agga ba es, agga ba es ba akka bar, akka bar ba akka ba es, akka ba es ba akka bar, akka bar ba agga ba es, agga ba es ba pirik, pirik ba firik, firik ba ninib, ninib ba adu en I, iaiaiaia, kur bur ia, edin ba ega...
9. I. Ishkur Egishnugal — Harsag Zalazalag
The Ensi of Khem I shalt seek, to the Esharra of Ningishzidda I set thy course. Harsag Zalazalag. Thy shudadaku summons thee from the Ekur. Thy blood calls unto the keeper of the scrolls. Your darkness is as the Duga of Abzu. Hail great prince of the waters. Doth thou knowest the Asar? Art thou naught borne of Enki, lord of the earth, and they queen Ereshkigal, princess of the mighty deep? In the Abzu thou were borne. In the burning caverns of Gibil thou were taught the ways of the Shurpu. By the twofold staff of thou mother thou were brought unto the scrolls of the foundation. Its speech has been carried through time within the eyes of Asaru, dragon of the Abzu. Ekhi Tiamatu. For its power is twofold. For, is naught the power, the Tammabukku, dragons of the Masshu? Ekhi Firik, Ekhi Pirik! Those whom make perfect the ores of the Apzu? Ekhi Magurunuabzu! Take me to the Emush so that I might return to the Eengurra. So that the gishtil may seem as nothing to thee. Take me to the eyes of Asaru, you whose pure hand is outstretched. Distill unto thy naked vessel the essence of the stone.
...and with a fiery breath, the azag of Emush spoke, lord Ningishzidda spoke unto they ear..."to the beru of Nisannu set thou pace, the tides of Kingu calleth thou."
10. II. Ishkur Egishnugal — Ashariludu
Kingu, thy Abgal, point me the way to the plains of Naru. For it is the lady of the mountain I seek. Your sisters of twilight shall guide thy way to the Ishkur. To the lady Ninhursag I set thy face, to the caverns of Kiur I set thy destiny. For the sun knoweth the ram, and the moon knoweth the bull. In the Gabkurra layeth the Kutu. And so, into the vessel entereth the envenomous serpent, and its liquid pleasures condensate the mists of thy eternal breath. Behold, a crimson iridescence floweth from the dragon's side. And so, its blood follows the path of Kubabbar...to the great Egishnugal. Is naught the envenomous serpent in the vessel naught thy Ninhursag? Doth not her eye open to revealeth the bloodstone? The Asaru? In thy athanor the Shunu evolves. And the caverns I have entered. The path of Kubabbar I hath followed. And 'tis now the Kugi I beholdeth. The red lion hath springeth from his place, and the v.i.t.r.i.o.l. thine eyes hath seen. Ekhi almighty Shulgi. The bright seventh. Many mortals thy blade hath divideth to endure your sweet sight. What splendours you giveth. Is this naught the great house of Ereshkigal, thy queen, thy lady? Keeper of the seventh? Oh, sweet dreaming one, your dress is of the purest gold, the brightest dark, and the darkest bright. Is this naught the foundation of death, the house which is like a mountain? Ekhi Ekurbad. I bow to thee with all respects, thy keeper of the sacred staff. Thou dragons of Gid I behold. Firik and Pirik, the green and the red, they elements of the great Kugi. And your throne, the seed...Egishnugal. Is it naught but the sleeping one Tiamatu? I have given thy blood in the twelvefold of Anu. And hath her eye opened?
...ahhh, and with a thrust of wind, the ground shook, and with a splitting cry, the Ki was severed...beholdeth unto the essence of v.i.t.r.i.o.l., for within the bowels of the earth, there layeth the sleeping one, awakened! Her eye opened to the calling of thy blade. But it 'twas naught an eye, but a stone. Drink of its essence...and taste the blood...
11. Apsu: Gitmalu Sinnu Nagiru Suluppu Ma Nanna
From the sky came to me a character of awesome beauty and purity. A dark prince of majestic prowess and ancient splendour. ‘The prince whose pure hand is outstretched, whose long black hair flows down the length of his back.’ The lord of purity and of life, he whom the daughter of Sargon hath spoketh many an age ago. For he is Lord of the crimson sacrament and keeper of all mighty spells and scrolls. No pen may script the might of his words, no sword may beholdeth unto his staff, and no mortal may be deemed worthy of his acquaintance. And from his tongue spoke these words...
“Take my hand child, for it is outstretched for thee...for you are as Pirik, serpent to the shattered bowl of the sages. And here too art thou kindred at thy left side. He hath taken thy hand, and art known as Firik, twin serpentine to thou. Within thy chamber walls thou shalt be likened unto Asaru, bloodstone of the ancient Akakharu...”
To thine eyes were presented the seven jewels of the stone. And its aura was like that of seven mighty flames falling from the innocence of life and death. And the flames spoke to me of ancient mysteries and forgotten secrets. Of which, are to sacred to profane in the ink of thine pen. “Taketh this white rose of thou purity, for it hath cast off the filth of thou mortality. Hearken unto each of its petals, for by the duration of eternity hath each been woven”
12. Maklu Ina Shi Abnu, Asaru: Eribu, Ningishzidda
“Look my child. Yes, over towards that river. For it is as the watery chaos of thou soul, the abyss of thou immortal shadow. But so to is it the river of life that slowly erodes the earth through the passage of time. Beholdeth unto its spell, for it is the dawn of the crimson sacrament."
...and upon the river a petal as white as snow floated amidst the embankment..."
’Tis a miraculous sight my Lord...one much akin to the blackened veil that covers thou face yet likens unto the beauty of thou magnificent incandescence.”
“Yes, my child. And of this river shalt thou partake. For its vestibules bathe the sinews of thou soul with grand splendour and unending ecstacy.”
“Yes my Lord, ‘tis a vision sleeping calmly on the threshold of thy subconscious. A subtlety to the darkness of thy being and a becoming of thy immortal self. Many a tear doth this sight bring to thy face. Certainly, this river that I view in the presence of you, my Lord, is truly that stream that falleth from thine eye. A quiet tear of solitude becoming the flesh of thy cheek and the taste of thine lips. And this isolate tear of lament can spawn yet a thousand lakes and seas, but ‘tis only one in the whole of the ocean and the might of this river to which I beholdeth.” “It is true my child. These words that come from your mouth. But come now. Under my cloak. In thine body thou shalt find peace everlasting...In you, shall be me...
13. Ina Margidda: Ningishzidda Sanu Ina Mu Mummu Absu
Into his cloak I surrendered. All was silent, all was still. Thine eyes closed and beheld the vision of the white rose, drifting silently upon the river of life. It moved to and fro upon each passing wave like blood falling from thy chest along the contours of thy enraptured body. And the voice of thy Lord spoketh... “Thou shalt rise from death into new life. Thou hast been reborn unto the ways of the Akakharu. The jewels of Asaru thou hast seen and the flames of the dragon hath spoken and thou hath understood. And this stone, Asaru, shalt become as thou heart. A cold and empty glass, to be filled with the blood of mortals and to be bled unto the Maiden of Life as an offering of thou powers.
...For, the blood is the life...
Let her name be sacred in all thou thoughts and all thou actions and thou shalt live within her, which is to live without.” “I mayest, my Lord, but of thine own vein doth I naught partake?”
“Yes, my child of thou own vein doth thou partake...which is to partake without.”
And with these words, the Lord of the Artifact, the Lord Ningishzidda, became as mist before thine eyes. And I looked downward to face the blackened soil, and upon the earth there lay thirteen petals of a white rose. And upon each petal I beheld a symbol scripted in the sacred tongue (of Sumer) and penned in the blood of our holy communion.
And the petals read ...Dalkhu Zilittu...
14. Soul Satan *
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