Vishapen Xuxurlak
by JBilbao
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Verse 1 Munduko gailurrean, haizea agintari, hazten da zuhaitz zahar bat, ikusezinari. Bere fruituak argiak dira, amaigabeko oroitzapen, eta suge bat inguratzen du, betiereko zaindari. Verse 2 Vishap xuxurlatzen du atzoko hizkuntzan, ezkutuko sekretuak kontatzen ditu, ikusezin. Harrizko kutxa itxita dago, entzuten dakienaren zain dago. Chorus Bizitzaren zuhaitza, minaren sustrai, eman iezadazu zure sua, barruko kantua. Denboraren sugea, gidatu nire ahotsa, ireki bidea, esnatu eguzkia. Verse 3 Solstizio bakoitzean, erritua hasten zen, ardoa eta urrea, atea irekitzen zen. Baina zuhaitzak isildu zen, sugea lo, mundua ahaztu zuen arimak entzuten zuela. Bridge Nor ukituko du adar sakratua? Nor entzungo du ahots itzalia? Kutxa zain dago, lurra ere bai, zikloa berpiztu dadin, edena itzul dadin. Final Chorus Bizitzaren zuhaitza, minaren sustrai, eman iezadazu zure sua, barruko kantua. Denboraren sugea, gidatu nire ahotsa, ireki bidea, esnatu eguzkia. Story Whispers of Vishap In the high valleys of Urartu, where the mountains merge with the sky and the lakes reflect the secrets of the gods, there was a sanctuary hidden among the rocks: the Temple of Bashtarik. There, the priests kept a stone chest carved with ancient symbols: a tree with symmetrical branches and a serpent coiled around it, as if protecting it… or tempting it. According to legend, the Tree of Life grew at the center of the world, atop Mount Ararat, and its roots extended to the realms of the dead. Its fruits were not apples or dates, but spheres of light containing the memory of the ancestors. Only the initiated could touch them without being lost in time. The serpent, called Vishap, was the guardian of the tree. It was not malevolent, but wise, as ancient as the earth itself. It was said that Vishap whispered to the priests during rituals, revealing secrets of the past and visions of the future. His body, engraved in a spiral on the chest, represented the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Each solstice, the Urartians performed a rite in the temple. They lit sacred fires, offered wine and honey, and placed a gold leaf on the chest. Then the high priest opened the stone reliquary. Inside was a small branch of the Tree of Life, still alive, still pulsating. Upon touching it, the priest entered a trance and spoke with the voices of ancient kings and queens, receiving guidance for the coming year. But one year, the tree stopped speaking. The serpent did not move. The chest grew cold. The sages said the balance had been broken: men had forgotten how to listen, and the tree, weary of giving, had fallen asleep. Since then, the chest has remained sealed, waiting for someone worthy to hear Vishap's whisper again and awaken the world's memory.