To the dwelling of Erkalla's god Daughter of Sin is determined to go Enthralled, she harks unto the cries And open her ears to the Great Below
Sparkling stones fastened to her breast A gold ring around her wrist If she won't return A lament for her by the ruins
Over the door and the bolt, dust has settled Go, Gatekeeper, let her in Strip off and take away her crown Such are the rites of the Mistress
Stripped of means and naked, Helpless as the day she was born Inanna turned into a green, Decaying slab of meat
Escape From the underworld Decrease In fertility on earth
God of wisdom, grieved and troubled Great helper of humankind Scrapes the dirt under your fingernails Give'em the food and the water of lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
