Tell me Akkad, who knocks on your gates?
How proud became you that even with so much you'd dare demand more.
The bells of the watch ring, the barbarians have come.
The Gutians of Zagros will murder and plunder until there is none.

Prepare yourselves for the coming doom
No sacrifice the pantheon will desire.

From the days of Sargon, the Gods were with you
Naram-Sin dared to call himself God, such hubris is what broke your stride.
He attacked Enlil's temple, so your people anguish
The east winds scorch, and the field yield ash as your children and animals die.

Your history is written in stone
This empire will fade away.

The wailing of women is heard in the streets
as death prowls about like a wraith
If only their king had not swollen with greed,
then they would not have suffered this fate.

The gift of the gods not lightly be taken,
nor honor & power be marred.
Take heed, oh feeble men of the future,
lest you suffer the curse of Akkad.

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