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Asterion (Lyrics)) There we were around the spring well preparing hecatombs for the eternal gods near the plane tree clinging to the golden cup inhaling greedily at the fumes of intoxicating nectar And the maidens will bathe the bulls, adorn them with wreaths; the restless herd will then walk towards the spectators in the squares Along the sun-soaked shores, along the marble temples, to the place where Pallas blocks the sacred gate with her spear The bronze stings make hundreds of black throats erupt a howl there is a scarlet river flowing it is the blood of Asterion’s children And their father hears them from the temple’s grim depths his insane scream echoes their croak his long sleep amid incense smoke has come to an end as poppy seeds and Cretan wine have no more power over him To the rumble of trumpets the circle of kneeling tribunes is rejoicing and calls again tasting the blood of Asterion’s children “He