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In the beginning...
There was no heaven or earth.

Father and mother
they mingle their waters.
The first generation
of gods are now born.

The young gods are born.
They're terrified.
For the father planned
their extermination.

Now we build a prison
for our father.
Lure him to sleep
then we chopped him into pieces.
We'll build a throne
upon his body.
We'll a better
new world.

Creation of the world.
The song that is the mold.

The fate is now tempted.
The Tablet's presented.
Creation is coming.
Tiamat is born.

Creation of the world.
The song that is the mold.

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