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Beckon the great watcher down from the sky

Behold behold

Ninlil

Fertile in the breeze

We call upon your gift

Do not fight the wind

Let it fill the room

Herald death and moon

We lamenters lay in line

Summoning the air in coils

May the waters carry us beyond

Our great goddess Ninlil

Who spat out death bringer and their caretaker

Who spawned the great body and waters under its sway

The words come alive in space

Refreshing and choking they swirl

Carried from our feet in solemn rapture

Our song is echoing loud

Violent concussive blasts

She answers now our call