[Lyric] Mot (Maysaloon)

In the midst of the land of his inheritance
And the guards of the defense of the gods
El’s beloved, the hero
Dreadful tyrant of the underworld

Gazing in the eyes of eternity
For ages of blood and stones
Reaping millions and millions
Usurper of lives forevermore

Come forth into the nothingness
Conceal your burden inside my womb

Like a plague I prevail
A disarray incarnates
With doctrine, creed and faith
Embodiment of death and decay

The winds are blowing hatred
Vortex of wrath and despair
Lord of lords, king of kings is vanished
Mighty Baal shall be restrained
By chains, by bane
Blackening his clouds and rains
Deformed, dethroned
Dismantled, ripped and torn
Engraved in stones, carved on tablets
Long forgotten

A lip to earth, a lip to heaven
And a tongue to the stars