A hymn to Nergal (Nergal B)

When xx you command the storm which flattens the hostile land, you devastate its evil; you pour it over for as long as it disobeys. You are the great hero of the lands, you speak xx, you go xx where no foot has previously been placed. xx like a vessel with seven spouts. The black-headed gather together at the front. You outpace the pigeons with xx. You outpace the black and white swallows (?).