[Verse 1] I am Tiamat, salt-mother, old before names. I kept the first dark in my mouth. When my brood still moved like weather, I shaped a fang from foam and shadow. Ugallu came first among the deep-bred sentries. He rose from my wrathful waters, lion-headed, eagle-clawed, a gate with teeth, made to stand where fear must kneel. [Chorus] Ugallu, my first storm guard Ugallu, born for the deep Ugallu, my threshold son He keeps what I command (what I command) [Verse 2] His dominion was the door of terror, the crack between shore and abyss. He watched the reeds, the reeds watched him. He watched the moon pull on broken black tides. No spouse bore his name in my keeping. No cradle held his jaw. He had no children save the silence that followed his step through wrecked halls. [Chorus] Ugallu, my first storm guard Ugallu, born for the deep Ugallu, my threshold son He keeps what I command (what I command) [Verse 3] I gave him alignment to my old hunger, not mercy, not peace, not treaty. He was oath to the flood, the measure of ruin at my border. When lesser gods named themselves bright, I named him the bruise under their feet. He did not ask why he was made. He knew the work of teeth and tide. [Bridge] Seven winds bowed when he turned his head. Nine waves broke clean for his march. I saw the world in his shadow: a city of bones, a kingdom of foam. If he had a heart, it beat in my dark. If he had a voice, it answered mine. Ugallu, listen. Ugallu, stand. [Chorus] Ugallu, my first storm guard Ugallu, born for the deep Ugallu, my threshold son He keeps what I command (what I command) [Outro] So mark him in the order of my making: first to watch, first to warn, first beast of the eleven deep-born, first hush at the edge of my sea. Ugallu. My gate. My grief. My claw in the water
