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 From mighty Vlaslaw streams the blood
 * Along the grass so green,

And flows into the thirsty earth,
 * Where nought that grows is seen.

The soul from out his bellowing mouth
 * Flew up into a tree,

From tree to tree, till the corpse was burnt,
 * It journied fluttering free.

All Vlaslaw’s men are terror-struck,
 * And sideways thence they fly,

And up the hill, themselves to hide
 * From Czestmir’s piercing eye,

From Czestmir, who o’er Vlaslaw fierce
 * Hath won the victory.

Loud sounds the shout of victory
 * In Neklan’s joyous ear,

To Neklan’s joyous eye doth spoil,
 * Abundant spoil appear.