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Seven are they! Seven are they!

In the ocean deep, seven are they!

Battening in heaven, seven are they!

Bred in the depths of the ocean;

not male or female are they,

but are as the roaming wind-blast.

No wife have they, no son can they beget;

knowing neither mercy nor pity,

they hearken not to prayer.

They are horses reared amid the hills,

the evil ones of Enki;

throne bearers to the gods are they!

...and they ruled once, it is said, over Magan.