O mother of Marduk who speaks in backwards They came before memory learned to lie
To wake the sleeping Giants, feel its might And flood the barren darkness with its light O holy mother, with eyes unmade The gods are blind, but still obeyed
The monoliths do not speak In silence, they weep But the dust bleeds stories When you breathe it in No name left to forget
And in that dark, a hymn is cast To wake the sleeping Giants, feel its might And flood the barren darkness with its light O holy mother, with eyes unmade The gods are blind, but still obeyed
Long turned to stone Black monoliths Rise from the old land
