Battle calls again. I have no fear with you at my side.
Hooves pounding, wheels screaming, hearts racing, into the line I charge,
with death in my wake.
Bones breaking, blood streaming, mouths crying, calling out to god,
but they are not heard.
Sensing the blood on my spear, turning and running in fear.
I love the chase.
Striking like lightning. They scatter like rats.
All the world surrenders to the power of my chariot.
All the gods look down to see my mastery.
See me ride through the ranks of my enemies.
Strike at the heart of my enemies.
Laugh in the face of my enemies.
I fly in my chariot.
See me ride through the ranks of my enemies.
Strike at the heart of my enemies.
Smash in the face of my enemies.
Raining death in my chariot.
Warriors clashing, shields crashing, swords smashing, into the fray I charge,
with blood on my wheels.
Soldiers routing, their king shouting, priests praying, calling out to gods,
but there is no answer.
Seeing the look in my eyes, knowing it’s their turn to die.
I am their doom.
Striking like lightning. The tempest doth rage.
All the world surrenders to the power of my chariot.
All the gods look down to see my mastery.
See me ride through the ranks of my enemies.
Strike at the heart of my enemies.
Laugh in the face of my enemies.
Ride proud in my chariot.
See me ride through the ranks of my enemies.
Strike at the heart of my enemies.
Smash in the face of my enemies.
I’m alive in my chariot.
As I ride I feel the love inside is real,
the gods are smiling down upon me.
My heart is filled again, my mind is free from sin,
I’m stronger than I’ve ever been before.
Gods commanding, my king demanding, the last man standing must fall to the sword.
Thy will be done.
Faces tensing, muscles clenching, he stands unyielding to my mighty attack,
but I will not slow.
Against Marduk’s will, who could sin and escape?
I will proclaim his anger, which runs deep as the sea.
He punished me abruptly, then granted life.
I will teach the people. I will instruct the land to fear.
Pointing my spear at his heart, ready to tear him apart.
The end draws near.
Marduk pulled me from the river of death,
and summoned me from destruction.
All powerful lord of the world,
give him praise or face his wrath.
Ishtar! Marduk!
A defiant soldier lies trampled and broken,
his body twisted as he stares into the sun.
A mighty chariot lies smashed into oblivion,
its rider gasping as he watches the wheels spin.
Two gods fighting.
Two soldiers dying.
That is the way of the world.