01 Deconsecration of the Monolith

O mighty Ashur Blessed sovereign Destroyer of the strong Lord of the world Whose glory and dominion none escape Grant my prayers Grant the prayers of thy people The sons of Ashur In thy name and by thy hand I laid low the vermin of Suru I built a pillar over the city gate I flayed all those chiefs who dared revolt I covered the pillar with their skin I walled up some within the pillar I impaled some upon stakes Some I bound to those stakes I cut off the limbs Of the royal officers who had rebelled Countless among them I burned with fire Many I took as living captives From some I cut off their noses, their ears, their fingers Of many I put out their eyes I made one pillar of the living and another of heads Other heads I bound to tree trunks across the city Their young men and maidens I burned in the fire Ash and smoke anointing the monolith This monument I dedicate to you O mighty lord That we may surmount This road of corpses A bridge of souls Paving the way to the Land of the silver sky With oil unceasing at the feasts of the gods In life and bliss everlasting Such is my prayer to the gods who dwell in the land of Ashur