Nile Tribute EP

Worship The Animal

Tribal indelible ageless we celebrate our carnal nature
Blood smeared and naked, we dance under the horns
Idol of instinct, idol of lust dark lord of claw and fang
Unclean we enshrine the beast with sacrificial altars of flesh and bone
Worship the animal

Mecca

Oasis, dark sanctuary night is born, heavy with passion.

Shaman dance by the light of the moon open your eyes to the song of the universe.

Slowly we drag ourselves out of the primal slime.

Slowly we arise to become mankind irrepressible we journey to Mecca.

The heavens, the gods are all within you listen as the voice of reason speaks.

The ranting and raving will tear the world apart.

Ancient, alive, seething with power enigma of a single human heart.

Monumental, neolithic bare your soul and enter Mecca.

Come, arise from the primordial mud cloak thy nakedness.

In the endless struggle of the ages give your spirit wings and fly come and fly

Ramses Bringer Of War

Wretched Fallen one of Khatti rise against the oppressing Sword

Encircled Abandoned Alone I Smite the vile Hittite foe

My Father Amon what carest Thee for the Vile and Ignorant of God

My Father Amon what carest Thee for these Effeminate ones at millions of whom I groweth not Pale

Raging like Menthu like Baal in his Hour lo the mighty Sekhmet is with Me

I enter in among them even as a hawk striketh I slay I hew to pieces and cast to the ground

The royal snake upon my brow spits forth Fire in the face of mine enemies and Burneth their Limbs

My Chariot Wheels trample the Fallen cut to pieces before my Steeds and laying in their own Blood

I Crush the Skulls of the Dying and Sever the hands of the Slain

I Ramses Builder of Temples Usurper of Monuments Slayer of Hittites Bringer of War

To Dream Of Ur

Desolate and Forsaken, Eerily Moaning Dark Winds

Murmur Incantations, Dusk Calls Forth Shadows

Spirits of the Glorious Dead Lingering, Bound to this Place

They Whisper of Untold Sagas, of Long Dead Cities

The Seven Shining Cities Sacred to the Aphkhallu of Ages Past when the World was Young

When Babylon was Blessed of Marduk

And the Sound of her Armies was the Blare of Ominous War Horns and the Clash of Immortal Cymbals

Of Bronze Gates Arrayed in Splendour and Magnificent Walls of Sunbaked Brick of Temples of Marble

And Bloodstained Altars, Long Before the Jeweled Throne of Ur

Fell Silent and Turned to Dust Beneath the Endless Shifting Sands

And the Inevitable Vengeance of the Elements

Unas Slayer Of The Gods

Poureth Down Water From the Heavens Tremble the Stars

Quake the Bones of Aker Those Beneath Take Flight When They See Unas Rising

The Akh of Unas Is Behind Him The Conqueror Are Beneath His Feet

His Gods Are In Him His Uraei Are on His Brow

The Words of Unas Protect Him Unas This Bull of The Heavens That Trusteth With His Will

Living On Utterances of Fire From The Lake Of Flame

Unas That Devoureth Men and Liveth on The Gods

Behold Amkebu Hath Snared Them for Unas

Behold Tecber Tep F Hath Known Them and Driven Them Unto Unas

Behold Her Tbertu Hath Bound Them Behold Khensu The Slaughterer of Lords

Hath Cut Their Throats for Unas Behold Shesemu Hath Cut Them Up For Unas

Unas Hath Ingested Their Spirits Hath Feasted On Their Immortality

He Hath Consumed their Shadows Unas The Slayer of the Gods

Unas The Sekhem Great The Sekhem of the Sekhemn

Unas The Ashem Great The Ashem of the Ashemn

Behold Orion Unas Riseth

Unas Hath Taken Possession of the Hearts of the Gods Unas Feedeth on their Entrails

He Hath gorged on their Unuttered Sacred Words

He Hath Assimilated the Wisdom of the Gods His Existence is Everlasting

Behold The Souls of the Gods are in Unas Their Spirits are In Unas

The Flame of Unas in Their Bones Their Shadows are With their Forms

Unas is Rising Hidden Hidden

Iskander D'hul Karnon

Iskander D'hul Karnon Idolator pagan

Possessor of the horns of Ammon

Conqueror of both the rising and setting of the sun

At the ends of the earth where the sun rises from the treacherous fetid sea

Iskander built the gates with blocks of stone and iron

Poured over with molten lead enclosing the nations of Gog and Magog

Iskander is Alexander Son of Philip the prophet himself had knowledge of him

Revealed in the cave at Mecca they who deny him deceive themselves they speak naught but lies

Dreadful is Muhammad's warning surely Hell awaits the unbelievers

On the day of judgments at the end of time the earth shall quake

And the gate which Iskander built will be torn open

The hosts of Gog and Magog hordes of the fiercest of creatures shall be unchained

And allowed to go forth and ravage the earth

At the hour of doom when the moon is buried in darkness

Evil will rain down upon the wicked

Hell will be unleashed upon the disbelievers and all the earth shall be laid to waste