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Зацените,говардовский дух,имхо тут явно присутствует,воображение по крайней мере также будоражит.Первобытная поэзия войны от Карла Сандерса(группа Nile)
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
а вот эта зловещая мантра исполняется под аккомпонемент барабанов из человеческих черепов
Die Rache Krieg Lied Der Assyriche
Ia Namtaru
Ia Lammia
Ia Asaku
Ia Pazuzu
Ia Zixul zi Azkak
Ia Gula zi Pazu
Alal Uggae Utukku Xul
Ia Ia Pazuzu
Ia Ningursu Ia Ia Umduggu
Shemti Shebui Nehenkau
Addu Nergal Arrallu
Nergal Dread God of War and Plague
Avenge the Shades of Our Fallen Ones
Blacken the Sun with Fierce Winds
Bring Forth Your Terrible Storms!
Yea! Burn the Flesh of Our Enemies
Gash Their Throats with Weapons of Iron
Destroy Them Utterly
With Locusts and Disease
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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
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