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Will treat her to blood,
Thinking that a divine boy
Will give her something,
Turning into a sharp knife
She chopped off
The long tongue of the devil,
Eos Tardar shrieking out
Three times from pain
Grew weaker and weaker
As his charmed magic
Was in his tongue.
In the long run became very weak
He called his sister.

Eos Tardar

“My eldest sister,
Khaan Sarakhaidaan
The greatest witch,
If you’re sleeping, wake up,
If you’ve fainted, come to yourself,
If you’ve died, stand up!
I’m dying, help me, be quick!”
From nowhere
A white and black raven
Croaking turned out
On their left side and in an instant
Turned into the witch of
Khaan Sarakhaidaan.
Shrilling out she scratched
With her seven-sagened claws,
Screaming out she pecked
With her black beaks.
Eles Bootur being on the point
Of losing his consciousness
Began to ask for help.