Historian - Ninlil

Tekst piosenki:

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