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GILGAMESH: HE WHO SAW THE DEEP — album cover, two powerful men wrestling forehead to forehead in the dust before the tiled gate of Uruk
Ritual brutal melodic black metal · after the Epic of Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh: He Who Saw the Deep

Out September 8 · two tracks on YouTube now

The strongest king in the world learns that strength cannot command death — and keeps his dead friend beside him for seven days rather than let the grave make it real.

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VII · Seven Days Beside the Body
VIII · The Road Beyond Death
The Argument

Gilgamesh is a king who believes walls, bodies and names can be mastered by force — until the gods raise Enkidu from the clay as his equal. Their collision becomes friendship, and together they enter the Cedar Forest, kill its guardian, and bring down the Bull of Heaven.

The victories make their names greater, and write the sentence that takes Enkidu. At the deathbed the record turns: conquest becomes grief. Gilgamesh keeps the body beside him for seven days and nights, because to bury it would make death final.

He leaves Uruk in skins and crosses the mountain of the sun, passes through twelve leagues of absolute dark, reaches the survivor of the Flood, fails the test of sleep, wins a plant of renewal from the seabed — and loses it to a serpent while he rests.

He returns without immortality. What remains is not victory but transmission: the walls, the tablet, the story set down where the rain cannot reach.

Ša naqba īmuru — he who saw the Deep. Not the man who conquered dying, but the man who built against the ending, and did not make it keep.

Eleven movements

Gilgamesh, in full

The epic is carried by two voices — Gilgamesh's deep, commanding guttural, and Enkidu's feral rasp — with the severe voice of the gods above them and the old, distant voice of the Flood's survivor below. The one ancient line, Ša naqba īmuru, is lit where it returns.

IThe King Behind the Wallswords
I raised the walls above the river I set the gates in hammered stone I made the city learn my breathing And called its every roof my own The city The walls defend us from the desert Who will defend us from the king? I carried strength like proof of favor I wore command as if it knew What power takes becomes its kingdom What power wants must therefore be true The king behind the walls The wall behind the king A name cut deep in every threshold A hand on everything The mothers raised their grief in silence The fathers lowered every eye Their voices climbed beyond the ramparts Where mortal orders lose their reach The gods Make him an equal from the clay Give strength a mirror it cannot break Send wilderness against the doorway Let the king meet what he cannot take The king behind the walls The city knows my name But somewhere where the herds drink freely Another strength became
IIThe Wild Manwords
I knew the water by its coldness I knew the herd by scent and pace The wind did not require a title The earth did not demand a face Then someone stood beyond the grasses And did not flee when I drew near She gave the objects names and borders She placed the cup inside my hand My legs remembered how to follow My body knew the herd was gone A word can open human shelter A word can make the wild move on I was the man without a city The body no decree had named I entered speech and lost the silence I entered knowledge and was changed There is a man behind the ramparts Who takes the road from every door The beasts withdrew from what I carried And will not take me back once more I was the man beside the animals No gate, no roof, no throne Now Uruk calls beyond the pasture And I will not go there alone
IIILike Two Storms Collidingwords
He stood inside the wedding doorway He would not move to let me through The city held its breath and waited For strength to learn what strength could do I felt the ground accept my footing I felt a wall become a man No decree had named this body No gate had told me where to stand We took the street apart between us We broke the doorposts where we fell Two storms that could not stop colliding Two strengths that had no equal else I did not win, I only ended He did not fall, he only stood And something in the silence after Was neither victory nor blood Like two storms colliding Like two walls made kin The king who had no equal Found the one who let him in I came to break the man behind the ramparts I stayed to walk beside his name The wild is quieter in company The throne is lighter shared Like two storms colliding Like two walls made kin No man in Uruk had an equal Until the wild came in
IVThe Cedar Forestwords
Let us go where no name reaches Let us cut what none have cut If death is fixed against the living Then let the living leave a mark I have slept beneath those branches I have heard what guards that ground It is not a beast you challenge It is the forest making sound We took the road in seven marches We took the dreams the mountains gave Each night the sleep returned a warning Each dawn we called the warning brave Into the cedar dark Where the tall years stand Two names against the ancient timber An axe in every hand The cedars did not move against us The cedars only stood and grew And that alone became the reason That something old would have to lose The forest was already given The guardian was already placed What you destroy to make a story Will make the story of your fate Into the cedar dark Where the tall years stand We came to take a name from silence And silence understands
VThe Face of Humbabawords
It did not rush from any thicket It did not wear a shape to fight The forest tightened into presence And every cedar turned to sight The mountain spoke without a body The ground refused to hold my name This is not a thing you conquer This is a place that has a claim We struck the wind out of the timber We cut the watching into parts The guardian of a thousand seasons Fell like weather, not like heart Humbaba Let me go and I will serve you Let me stand and guard your name I was placed here, I was chosen I did not come to you for gain Enkidu said the word was closing Enkidu said to end it here Fame does not survive a mercy And we had come too far to hear The face of Humbaba Is the face of the ground We killed what could not leave its station And called the killing crowned Something changed inside the clearing Something counted what we took The forest did not curse or answer It only closed the book
VIThe Bull of Heavenwords
Ishtar Take the throne beside my altar Take the years I set aside Every king has had my favor Every favor has a price I have counted what you offer I have counted who you kept Your love arrives as transformation And leaves the loved ones wrecked Ishtar Then open every gate of heaven Then let the drought come off its chain Give me the Bull against the river Or I will bring the dead again The Bull of Heaven at the ramparts Seven years inside its breath Two men against a given weapon Two names against a debt I took it by the horn and turning I held the head against the ground He drove the blade behind the shoulder And Uruk made a cheering sound I tore the haunch and threw it upward I said if I could reach the sky I would hang the gods above their city And let the city ask them why The gods have marked the crime The gods have named the cost The forest and the Bull together One of the two is lost
VIISeven Days Beside the Bodywords
The dream came back and named me Not the forest and not the Bull They took the count between us And the count came out as one I have summoned every healer I have opened every door I have offered them the treasury And the breathing slows the more I have broken kings for less than this I have taken what I chose Now the strongest hand in all the world Cannot make a chest rise once Seven days beside the body Seven nights against the grave I held the hand that once resisted As though a king could make it stay Whispered If I put you in the ground Then the ground is where you are And I have never in my life Agreed to where things are On the seventh day it left him On the seventh day I saw The thing that walks behind the living And answers to no law
VIIIThe Road Beyond Deathwords
I left the walls without a retinue I left the gates without a name I wear the skins of what I hunted I eat what does not know me The lion does not fear a title The road does not accept a claim The thing that took him waits for all of us And I will walk until I find its face The guardian No mortal passes through the mountain No man has walked the sun's own road Turn back and take the years allotted Turn back and set the dead one down The road beyond death No star and no ground Twelve leagues of dark against the breathing And no way turning round There is no sound inside the mountain There is no distance to be crossed Only the pulse against the stonework Only the counting of the lost Ša... naqba... īmuru The road beyond death No star and no ground I came out into gardens made of jewels And nothing there was found
IXThe Flood Before Kingswords
Utnapishtim You came to ask me how I did it You came to ask me what I paid There was no strength inside the answer I was told, and I obeyed I broke the house and built the vessel I took the seed and shut the door The rain came down as if the sky Had never been a ceiling before Six days and seven nights of water The gods themselves lay down and wept They made a world and then unmade it And could not say what they had kept Then tell me how a man survives it Then tell me where the gift is kept If you were given years past measure Then name the door I have not stepped Utnapishtim The flood before kings Before the walls, before the throne What was given once was never offered And never given twice Ša naqba īmuru Is that the man you are? You crossed the water for a body Then stay awake for seven nights And show me what you are I sat against the wall and promised I sat against the wall and swore And seven loaves went stale beside me And I had not been awake at all
XThe Serpent Took the Plantwords
Utnapishtim There is a plant beneath the water It grows where light has never gone It will not make you deathless It will only make you young I tied the stones against my ankles I let the weight take me down I found it growing in the blackness And it cut my hands like thorn I have it, I have carried it Up through the waters of the dead Not for me, not for the kingship For every man in Uruk instead There was a pool beside the roadway There was cold water and a shade I set it down and I went bathing For the first rest I ever made It came without a sound or warning It took the thing and shed its skin The serpent is renewed forever And I am standing where I've been The serpent took the plant The road has closed behind I crossed the waters of the dead for nothing And nothing is what I find
XIHe Who Saw the Deepwords
Urshanabi, climb the rampart Walk the length and take the count Look at the kiln-fired brick beneath you Look at what a man can mount I did not bring back any secret I did not bring back any year I brought a hand that held it briefly And a road that ends back here The wild man is not in the doorway The equal is not in the street The theme goes out across the city And nothing answers it Ša naqba īmuru He who saw the Deep Not the man who conquered dying The man who did not sleep I set it down on baked-clay tablet I set it where the rain can't reach The walls will hold against the desert The story holds against the years He was my equal and I lost him And the losing was the door I could not make the dead come back So I made the dead be heard Ša naqba īmuru He who saw the Deep He built against the ending He did not make it keep
The Illuminations

Six plates from the epic

Two powerful men locked forehead to forehead, wrestling in the dust before the tiled gate of Uruk, a river plain beyond
Two storms that could not stop colliding.III · Like Two Storms Colliding
A colossal bull erupting from a collapsing ancient city, two small warriors standing before it
Two names against a debt — one of the two is lost.VI · The Bull of Heaven
A crowned king sitting head in hand beside a shrouded body on the floor of a mud-brick room, ringed by oil lamps
Seven days beside the body, that the grave not make it real.VII · Seven Days Beside the Body
A lone ragged figure walking toward a vast dark cleft between two immense cuneiform-carved cliffs
Twelve leagues of dark, and no way turning round.VIII · The Road Beyond Death
A kneeling man in skins reaching over dark water as a serpent swims away with a sprig of the plant, a shed skin on the rocks
The serpent took it, and shed its skin forever.X · The Serpent Took the Plant
A crowned king and a staff-bearing companion on the rampart of Uruk at night, a clay tablet beside them, the lit city and a crescent moon below
He did not bring back a secret — only the walls, and the tablet.XI · He Who Saw the Deep