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