Thunder, the deafening sound.
Ud-nun, brings the creation.
Son of nothing, invisible god.
Dirt womb, don’t hear a word.
Dirt womb, born from shit.
Ud-nun to give us sight.
Dirt womb, thank not a god.
Ud-nun worship crop.
Grown from the storm, phoenix spreading seed.
Nature’s fruit.
Credit not to their father.
Worship the crop, warships to the temples.
Thunder, Ud-nun, son of nothing, son of none.

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