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Night,
The time of the full moon has come,
The moon reigns in the sky,
And here, in the middle of a dense forest,
We see an ancient path,
Leading to a hill,
Where an idol,
Which embodies the god there,
And is now revered,
And here we see the idol of the god,
Who is the patron of warriors,
Of sacred battles,
Of bloodshed, of strength,
In general, the great lord of all men,
Whose wars are sacred,
And so they came here...
Among them, an old man stands out,
Mighty, he was once a warrior,
They give way to him,
He is a priest,
Behind him, they lead a mighty bull,
Whose strength is unmatched in war,
And the priest,
He raised his hands to the sky and prayed,
And a divine lightning bolt
Struck the ground,
Sacred flame illuminated
The faces of the warriors,
The entire essence of the idol,
And the forest, and the battlefield,
Everything is visible here,
The priest took out from behind his belt
A sacred sword,
Or perhaps a blade,
And, he ordered them to lead the bull,
The bull began to resist,
Because life is very precious to him,
But the power of the god subdued
The majestic beast,
And the one who was just raging
Approached peacefully...
A swing, a blow,
Blood spurted from the wound...
The bull weakened from the blow and collapsed dead...
And the flame consumed him...
And from the forest,
A pair of eyes watched all of this,
That belong to a majestic beast,
But the beast retreated...
Apparently, he saw what
He needed to see...
The time of the full moon has come,
The moon reigns in the sky,
And here, in the middle of a dense forest,
We see an ancient path,
Leading to a hill,
Where an idol,
Which embodies the god there,
And is now revered,
And here we see the idol of the god,
Who is the patron of warriors,
Of sacred battles,
Of bloodshed, of strength,
In general, the great lord of all men,
Whose wars are sacred,
And so they came here...
Among them, an old man stands out,
Mighty, he was once a warrior,
They give way to him,
He is a priest,
Behind him, they lead a mighty bull,
Whose strength is unmatched in war,
And the priest,
He raised his hands to the sky and prayed,
And a divine lightning bolt
Struck the ground,
Sacred flame illuminated
The faces of the warriors,
The entire essence of the idol,
And the forest, and the battlefield,
Everything is visible here,
The priest took out from behind his belt
A sacred sword,
Or perhaps a blade,
And, he ordered them to lead the bull,
The bull began to resist,
Because life is very precious to him,
But the power of the god subdued
The majestic beast,
And the one who was just raging
Approached peacefully...
A swing, a blow,
Blood spurted from the wound...
The bull weakened from the blow and collapsed dead...
And the flame consumed him...
And from the forest,
A pair of eyes watched all of this,
That belong to a majestic beast,
But the beast retreated...
Apparently, he saw what
He needed to see...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...