"Praise be to the supreme Lord God! Praise be to His Majesty inspired by God!..."

"Wow! The main **** is very high, in the sky! The great chief is very high, on the top of the peak!..."

"The sacred mountain of the ancestors, sits the Great God! His eldest son is the Great Chief!..."

The red sun is setting to the west, and the sky is getting dark. On the Kamchatka Peninsula in November, it gets dark very early, and the temperature at night will drop to a few degrees below zero. The kingdom warriors and tribal sailors of the longship gathered around the lighted camp

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