When thunderous roars that shake the land
Hurl rocks out from the fires of hell,
And through the air, with mighty force,
Until they shatter on the ground
Crushing all below;
When molten lava from mountainside
Erupts and spews across the land
Like glowing streams of blood,
While flames of blazing orange
Lick the sky, and choking smoke
Whirls round in clouds of burning dust,
Then offer up a red bull-calf: placate this god of fire.
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