A hymn to Inana (Inana C)

xx she performs a song. This song xx its established plan, weeping, the food and milk of death. Whoever eats xx Inana's food and milk of death will not last. Gall will give a burning pain to those she gives it to eat, xx in their mouth xx. In her joyful heart she performs the song of death on the plain. She performs the song of her heart. She washes their weapons with blood and gore, xx. Axes smash heads, spears penetrate and maces are covered in blood. Their evil mouths xx the warriors xx. On their first offerings she pours blood, filling them with death.