One lip down on earth
One lip toward the skies
The tongue toward the stars
My hunger has no end

Ba'al will enter my womb
Will get down in the mouth of hell
When the olive, the fruits of the land,
The fruits of the tree burn,

The almighty Mighty Ba'al,
The cloud rider,
Is frightened of me
My hunger has no end

Ba'al will enter my womb
Will get down in the mouth of hell.
Say hail to Môt,
Ba'al is forever my slave.
Say hail to Môt

Descent into hell
				

Her bow on her back
Her laughter for the men of the East
Prepared by seven virgins
With some shells and coriander

Soon...
'Anat closes
Her home and goes
In the valley

Her knees in the blood of champions
Her skirt in the shreds of the braves
				

When Ba'al hits Lotan
Serpentine, fleeing
The snake crawls and bleeding
Shaliyat with her seven heads

The skie is burning
I am suffering and dying
The ruin is my palace
The hole is my heritage

Get down
in my
throat
hungry, divine
Hell
The womb
of El's
favourite, the Strong,
Hell
				

El goes down
Cuts his
sacred skin
With a stone
To bleed his cry

'Anat's tears
Melt with blood,
For her brother,
For her lover,
Lifts the mountains

Fights the mountains

Down to the underground
to find Ba'al, to fight Môt