lowen (band) - ashurbanipal's request lyrics
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rise, rise from your slumber
the lord of the ziggurat calls
rise, rise to the sun
light knocks on your door and calls you to the dunes
serve your lord
gather up the spices
offer unto princes
revere the mother watching over you
translation:
here swords tremble like trees
the stars weep onto the throne of the king
god looks up to the warring skies
and in the dirt reads of the world’s demise
come!
give gold, give blood, give bone
so that the threads of existence do not fall away from the sky
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