I am the storm lord the order restorer the four-eyed beholder the flame lipped exploder born in the Apsu where wisdom grew deeper I rose from the cradle with terror in features the son of the sun god excelling all creatures I seized the Tablet of Destinies claimed what was mine took kingship from chaos in victory divine with net made of winds and the evil wind howling I trapped the great serpent while thunder was growling she opened her maw like a void without ending I filled her with tempests her belly distending then loosed the great arrow that pierced through her center tore open her entrails and ended the venture I stood on her corpse with my club raised in triumph split her asunder like fish in the silence one half became heavens stretched taut as a banner the other the earth that supports every manor from her eyes poured the rivers the Tigris Euphrates her blood fed the clouds and the seasonal weights her tail became mountains her spine formed the axis I bound all her monsters as gates and as practice the eleven who served her now tremble in fetters their weapons are broken their power is severed I am the bel the lugal the king of the pantheon the shepherd of gods and the storm that dismantled them the merciless victor the cosmic director the one who brought order from primordial fracture no more the devouring no more the blind hunger I carved out the cosmos with surgical thunder the breaker of breakers the tamer of tempests the one who makes structure from infinite wreckage I speak and the heavens align to my measure I reign over every conceivable treasure the salt in the wound of the dragon now mended the tremor that ended the chaos suspended I am Marduk the slayer the architect builder the flame in the void that made everything realer the merciless rhythm now steady and measured the merciless rhythm that keeps the world tethered the merciless rhythm that never surrenders the merciless rhythm that governs forever. From the deep where the first waters whispered I climbed through the murk while the old world shivered the cities of clay and the shrines of the long dead all bowed to the name that the storm clouds had sung up I gathered the fragments and named them creation I pinned down the wild with a word of foundation I set up the stars like bright nails in the vaulting and taught the dark silence to answer with dawning I shaped the four winds to patrol every border I gave each horizon its law and its order I put on my radiance like armor of lightning I made the rough ages become something shining the drum of my steps was the pulse of beginning the dread in my voice was the law that was winning I am the decree in the mouth of the thunder the hand that divides and the eye that looks under the ruin the rage and the smoke of the slaughter and builds from the wreckage a throne for tomorrow so sing to the maker of measure and mercy sing to the storm that has ended the frenzy I am Marduk enthroned in the bones of the ages the name that still echoes through temples and pages. detailed visceral and hyper-explicit fetish induced fractal glitch psych-noise, kaleidoscope drone-metal, synesthetic hyper-bass, pulsing ego-death pulsations, recursive dimension-shifting arpeggios, bleeding frequency feedback, surreal multi-dimensional sonic hallucinations, warped ether-wave drones, hyper-saturated psychedelic frequency modulation, cascading vortex shimmers, infinite labyrinthine soundscapes, transcendent void-hop beats, surreal astral-plane frequency crushing
