Bow to the winged sun -
to our God!
Spread out the lion skin
before your way
You slaves and slaveresses
be glad with us.

Now you'll console great god
with the red dreams
Like the sacred leafs are quivering
In the smokes of center
Tremble of the mysteries
of our belief.
The Marduk's Golden Spears will impale your eyes!
The sacred hymns will join the innocent pangs.

Because we all are staying
near the sacred threshold
We all the beggar
We are blind and dumb
And we are calling
and looking for God
Through the red flame
We led you to our God!

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