Seven (Live)

Cutha trembles in fear,
 mountains of the deep shake,
 as the messenger of Nergal
 raises it's soulless voice:
 "TIME HAS COME
 INTERVENTION UNDIVINE,
 GOD VENOM UNLEASHING,
 GRINDING THE LAND LIKE CORN."
 "RAISE THE BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN,
 TO RAGE AGAINST THE MORTAL MEN;
 AWAKE THE SOULLESS SPAWN,
 TO THOW THE WORLD YOUR FATHER'S WRATH"
 Words of hatred,
 rites of the waste,
 aim the stare
 of the faceless gods.
 Seven on heaven,
 roam the black sky,
 seven on earth,
 crawlers of the filth.
 No door, no lock, no spell could hold the Asakku out,
 as the bearers of Kingu's blood feel the touch of mortality.
 Loudly roaring above, mindlessly gibbering below,
 insane heralds of pestilence feel not the sorrow and pain.
 Words of hatred,
 rites of the waste,
 aim the stare
 of the faceless gods.
 Seven on heaven,
 roam the black sky,
 seven on earth,
 crawlers of the filth.
 Immortal spawn of the lord
 stir the cold of the deep,
 seven times seven foul children
 forever lay in wait...