Arkan - The Seven Gates lyrics

rate me

o the dwelling of Erkalla's god

Daughter of Sin is determined to go

Enthralled, she harks unto the cries

And open her ears to the Great Below

Sparkling stones fastened to her breast

A gold ring around her wrist

If she won't return

A lament for her by the ruins

Over the door and the bolt, dust has settled

Go, Gatekeeper, let her in

Strip off and take away her crown

Such are the rites of the Mistress

Stripped of means and naked,

Helpless as the day she was born

Inanna turned into a green,

Decaying slab of meat

Escape

From the underworld

Decrease

In fertility on earth

God of wisdom, grieved and troubled

Great helper of humankind

Scrapes the dirt under your fingernails

Give'em the food and the water of life