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Band: Trepanador Song: Summoning the prophets of Babalon Album: The Serpent God Death Metal From Arequipa Perú Lyrics: The Owl, crown of man those they are, beloved sons of Eng, the great storms directed from heaven, Pazuzu flame. Ninnkigal remember they are thy children, the born of earth that in creation were spawned of Anu they are seer. IA Daimon Sliding in between the doors like snakes the bolts of hell, feeding on blood, the giant Larvae Utukk Xul thy Khaoz consumption they are seven, on loins of men the Gods of Plague, the seven Lords of Death. IAK SAKKAK! IAK SAKKAK GATE! Ancients Ones inheritance! In wait they lie, the angels crouching for the Sacrifice. INA ZUMRI YA ISA YA INA ZUMRI YA RI EGA INA ZUMRI YA BI ESHA INA ZUMRI YA XIYILQA Among the Elder Gods they have dwell within through the earth amid the places that are in between. To summon the blood of their ascendancy created in the shadow slaughter in face of the fear. The spirit of the whore that died on the streets, the woman spirit that hath died in childbirth. Hold on profanation in the leper skin, the groan in the silence, the crying myriads at their will. We are the prophets! We are the sons of God: The Chaos! We are the Sun, forgotten Kutulu, the unknown! Hearken now! (Hearken now!) Hearken my seed! (Hearken my seed!) Begotten in sorrow, kneel down my heresy! ZI DINGIR GAL KESHSHEBA KANPA! This is the bliss of the fallen: "False deity of the men, cast aside! Forever dragging the torment and worship your god the Serpent Azag!" They are divinity they are the vengeance the hordes of black seeds. Hold on profanation in the leper skin, the groan in the silence, the crying myriads at their will.