2021.03.31.
Fending Off The Living Dead (Curse Breaking Chant)
He sung so loud,he shout so loud,
his voice reached the skies,
his tears fell into the sea.
Nobody in this world could hear him,
only the Holy Virgin Mary heard him,
She run to him and asked:
- 'Draghi, why are you screaming,
why are you screaming so much
that your voice is reaching the skies,
that your tears are falling into the sea?'
- 'I'm screaming, i'm lamenting,
cuz a Moroi has risen, Moroi,
a live Moroi, a dead Moroi,
on a large open field
i came face to face with it.
With one of its claws it pierced my chest,
the other one it pierced my back,
and it ate me.
It ate my meat,
it drunk my blood
and sucked my bone marrow,
it pined me to the ground.'
- 'Dont you sing no more, Draghi,
dont lament,
quicly run to
Nicolia, the old lady curse breaker.
Let her go
grab some tar,
and three sharp spindles
cuz they're good against Morois.
Let her grab some incense,
and get a knife
and rush to you, Draghi.'
And we grabbed the Moroi, Moroi,
a live Moroi, a dead Moroi,
We grabbed it, we cut it,
we poured tar over it,
we stabbed it with the three sharp spindles,
cuz they work against Morois,
we lit incense.
We cut it, we diced it,
we pulled it from Draghi's head: from his head,
from his eyelids, from his eyebrows,
from his eyes,
from the tip of his nose,
from his cheeks,
from his chest, from his heart,
from his spleen, from his kidneys,
from his mind, from his hat,
from his intestines, from his gizzard,
from his bones, from his ribs,
from his hips, from his adam apple,
from his heels, from the soles of his feets,
from his fingers, from his nails.
We too all the pieces, we cut them, Moroi, Moroi,
a live Moroi, a dead Moroi.
We cut it apart, we poured tar over it,
we lit incense,
we cut it with a knife,
we throw it into the fire.
We burt it, we crisped it, Moroi, Moroi,
a live Moroi, a dead Moroi.
We threw it into the fire,
we burt it, we crisped it,
but we took care of Draghi,
we washed him, we rinsed him and we honored him.