Ashurbanipal's Request

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 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