I'm gonna tell you a story
Of an old town
The story of how hate, rage and lies
Can grow up for a crown
An Oblivion won't die
As the storyteller said
So now close your eyes and dream away...

“It all was made by the will of Enlil...”

The Moon showed his light
Over Kish town
Enlil opened his heart of hate,
Sargon swallowed the pain whole
When he reigned
And Akkad was rich and powerful.

But those days have gone
The Ekur's been destroyed
Where are the sons?
The sons of Akkad!

Naramsin the immortal
He lays in the river Euphrates
Waiting for dawn
So the atrocity began

The Ekur was destroyed
There was no other choice
Akkad's Serenity
Where's now the human being?
The town is silent now
The sun's going down

So this is the story
Of Akkad's misery
Now no one wants the crown
Of this damned town