There will be man-slaughter ceremony in the dias of power
After that there will commence a game GENDUA (a head departed from body)
Peoples from the distant villages present there.
The players are striking up
A woman covered with veil is weeping, a baby on her lap.
Sitting on the shore
Cann't you open your mind
Cann't you see lying on the grass the household works of the insects
Leaning against the tree and shutting the eyes
Cann't you hear abstruse conversation?
If you can,
Then I can declare an oath
The power will become the step of the starry world
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