These dark warriros now ascend the bowels of the earth and forward unto the ebony spheres.
Flowing through the shadowed passages we are taken to the horizon of the falling sun.
The fifty powers weaken us as we follow this ancient path.
Under the wings of Nindikugga I flow as thy liquid form towards the brightened gate of Umunapaddu.
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