In a virgin world primeval
A newborn bullcalf emerged
Wondrous and
Three cranes to be its witness and droves
Its honour mantled the
face of the earth

A blessing unleashed to the earth
Unseathed the
embodiment of life

Tarvos – the embodiment of life
Tarvos – the
genesis of time

The earthy heathlands roamed by esus
Questing condign
A divine yearning hushed by the prodigy
Three cranes to wake up
the slumbering taur
To warn him ‘gainst the imminence of a huntergod

“A drawn struggle through innominate days
As ultimately the
sword of esus
Pierced the bulls heart
Three cranes to lament as its blood
Creation wept under an eclipsing sun
As gloom descended upon
Three cranes to catch a drop of blood
And leave far

A blessing depraved from the world
As snow fell for the first
time on earth

Three cranes returned
Pouring out the blood
To the
ground of tarvos’ death
And out of nothing
The soil sacrified, the divine
bull was reborn
Under a newborn sun nature rejoiced
Thus spring came back
on earth
Overcame the brumal reign
Through esus came back
To fell the
bull, the eternal cycle has begun

Tarvos – will always be slain
– ever to be reborn again


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