Pass me the torch of night
son of Hanbi, thy might!
Lift my mind on your wings,
flapping shadows they bring.

Clouds of sleep are breathing dreams
the shortest straw of future seeds.
Let worlds below my path expose,
through secrets deep where mountains darker rose.

Demon of old Babylon,
a shield before the wrath of gods.
Save me from winds of the west
once born in the land of the dead.

Old tongues speak and demand
(Rise and descend!)
fruits of all that I am.
Travel through the abyss
(Start at the end!)
just like time from the crypts.

Silence bleed unearthly light,
behold Pazuzu will arise!
Tomorrow shall disperse the signs
where every trail away was swept by time.

Storm bring Pazuzu!
Leave Pazunia!
Breath clouds of poison!
Breath through the portals!

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Writer(s): Christofer Johnsson, Per Albinsson