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Go behind the mountains of
Thurmagi, Targhizizi
Raise the mountains with your hands
The hill upon your palm
To the lonely domain.
Descend among his abysmal city
The ruin is his palace
The hole his heritage.
But do not get
too close to Môt
Or you’d disappear
in his mouth.
Shapash’s lamp is burning
The skies are exhausted because
of the divine Môt
Bow, at his feet, fall on your knees
And tell El’s favourite, the strong,
The King of Hell
Ba’al has built his palace
with silver and gold
But do not get
too close to Môt
Or you’d disappear
in his mouth.
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