mighty walls appear, built of human bones

blood is the vine that you drink here
virgin flesh in ecstasy
deep black robes surround the altar
mors certa, mors tua

lions guard the entrance, demons from below
sculptures painted red by the blood of the deceased

behold my palace without rival
standing proud in solitude
ekallu ša šānina
šānina lā īšū

"With every drop of human blood
this monument is raised,
and one day, this temple will
grow, so large it will absorb the world."

stones carved deeply with symbols of my power
with spells written backwards

I'm the eternal pantheon of royal-divine majesty
Grand Marshall of Sennacherib, the Α and Ω

monuments revealed of darkness and doom
embodied in a palace that no rival knows

behold my palace without rival
standing proud in solitude
ekallu ša šānina
šānina lā īšū

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