1. THE WATERS OF EGURA STIR

The black elixir falls from the heavens.
Tliamat bleeds forth ancient dew drops upon the earthly sphere.
The seven great stars are hanging from the sky.
Jupiter is in retrograde and the dark waters of the abyss stir within the primum mobile. The moon stands still over the crimson sands of Ur.
The throne bearers of Ninnkigal gather to rise up from the abyss.
Ishniggarab prepares the warriors with shield and sword.
The knights of Kuir have risen and the battle-path of Yamatu lies before these ancient warriors of hidden shadows.
The triad locks and spawns forth the waters of antimony and vitriolum.
The seven shadowed metals are exalted from the blackened abyss.
Thy dark elixir takes rise upon the Jupiter.
With sorceries of long ago, the gates shall break open and the rectification of the stone shall be fortified


2. SUMMONING OF THE WARRIORS (ASCENDING THE UNLIT CHAMBERS)

The cold autumn winds lay siege to my darkened soul.
My progressing thoughts are ever melancholy.
The ancient winds speak to me through these castle walls.
They speak to me centuries of war and conflict.
My days grow old with sorrow and Endirra still lies present in my mind.
He bleeds forth to me sorceries of long ago.
Oh how my blade has met many an Elder.
I witness the forthright conquering of Shammash (of Endiru) when Endirra unleashed the ancient wolfe from its bindings.
The wolfe swallowed the blinding sphere of illumination, and to this day Uddu hath not shown his face.
Eternal darkness has prevailed for centuries...though the energies of Merodach still flow through thy dark abode.
The day has come to draw thy blade once more and so the queen of mysteries is summoned from beyond the great mountains and the forces of Tliamatu raise unto thy blackened Utchat.
Upon the wings of Ushumgallum I shall fly and crush the lord of fifty names.
For the moon now stands in the valley of Masshu...
May the knights of Kuir prevail!


3. FLIGHT TO ASHARILUDU

These dark warriros now ascend the bowels of the earth and forward unto the ebony spheres.
Flowing through the shadowed passages we are taken to the horizon of the falling sun. The fifty powers weaken us as we follow this ancient path.
Under the wings of Nindikugga I flow as thy liquid form towards the brightened gate of Umunapaddu.



4. THE SIXTH GATE SHINES NO MORE

The blades of we Ancients clash with that of the fifty powers and I summon forth dark hymns with the blind chaos of Azagthoth.
The darkened winds shift toward the heavens, crushing the sphere of red.
I call upon the sorceries of Ningishzidda...great horned serpent of the darkest sorceries! With thy majikal chants, the Ancients conquer with victory.
May the Asaru eternally rest upon the vacant wastelands.
The seven bearers of the ancient throne are exalted from abyssmal waters.
The essence of nocturne is caputered within the glass of a blackened heart...
The stone has manifested itself in the most balanced of natures! Behold seven hundred and twenty-six!