Nammu
By Unlife · Black Metal · From the album The Primordial Ones
Salt water born at the dawn of skies
Primordial mother of mud and brine
She carved the first canyon with trembling hands
Where heaven once stood there's only sand
I become the silt, I become the foam
I become the darkness that has no home
She breathes
The void remembers her name
She wakes
Nothing stays the same
Nammu, mother of the gods
From your salt I rise and fall
Nammu, mother of all gods
Your waters remember all
Ancient womb beneath the tide
Every god a thread of her design
I heard her name in the flooded well
I heard her hum where the dead things fell
She spoke in mud and I understood
The oldest tongue of the sleeping blood
I become the silt, I become the foam
I become the darkness that has no home
She dreams
The silt remembers her face
She schemes
To swallow every place
Nammu, mother of the gods
From your salt I rise and fall
Nammu, mother of all gods
Your waters remember all
Churning dark beneath the tide
Every death a thread of her design
No father before her, no throne no name
Just the endless churning of the dark
She carried the seed of all that would be
In her belly a universe's spark
I become the silt, I become the foam
I become the darkness that has no home
Stretch your hands into the flood
Let the mud remember you
She was here before the stars
She will still be here when the stars are through
About Black Metal
Extreme metal characterized by tremolo-picked guitars, blast-beat drumming, and shrieked vocals, often featuring lo-fi production and raw, atmospheric soundscapes with pagan or anti-religious themes. Bands include: Bathory, Darkthrone, Burzum