Evocating Enlil - Gilgamesh

feel the winds

of his dale

reaching for the skies

Give us providence

beneath your wings

and your stars

bondmen

of a spoiled race

hear my judgement

rainfall rainfall

may mankind

be washed away

washed away

away

away

away

feel the storm

breaking through your chest

until we’re gone

feel the impact

of the storm

that breaks your neck

when Enlil calls