The detestable xul
Is chained to Ninnigal
Acknowledge the prayers
Subsequent to earth
The seventh gate of Nana - "Outcry thy sin!",
While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide
Nana: God of the Moon: I convoke to thee
Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures
An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again
Ostentation of your heart is
A heart filled with lunar parallaxes
If you look, The elders anticipate the arrival
Of the black and amoral innocents
If you look, The Celestial Pantheon will burn
Burns the prediction of persecution