Sword of God (Krew Boga)

Subtitles by explosiveskull

a Bartosz Konopka film

How long, O Lord?

Will you forget me forever?

How long will you hide your face from me?

How long must I take counsel in my soul?

Consider and answer me, O Lord my God.

Give light to my eyes,

lest I fall into the sleep of death.

You know why I came here, don't you?

Where are my people?

They're dead.

Stop!

What are you doing?!

It's only a boat, a few planks of wood.

Those planks could take you home.

I don't have a home.

Nor do you.

There is nothing for us there.

Everything is over there.

Tell me, were you promised a reward for my head, bishop?

There'll be no reward!

The same sword hangs over us both!

Come with me.

It is your only chance.

He will come here in a few months!

You know that.

Help me.

Only together can we save ourselves.

And all the people on this island.

So? Now you know where we are?

Let the earth rejoice...

Let the many islands be glad!

His lightnings light up the world; the earth sees...

... and trembles.

The mountains melt like wax before the Lord...

...before the Lord of all the earth.

Remember, show no fear. God is with you.

And with me...

Some wandered in desert wastelands,

but they found no city where they could settle.

They were hungry and thirsty,

and their lives ebbed away.

Some sat in darkness,

prisoners suffering in iron chains,

prisoners, because they had rebelled against God’s commands

and they despised the plans of...

- ... the Almighty. - Don't shout, talk to them.

Why did they let us go free?

Only they know why.

We will go back there tomorrow.

Will they give us something for this?

Hey, the sack!

They were here before us.

Holy martyrs...

I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.

Your day will soon come.

You must be strong.

Why do I have to be strong?

- You can see. - Why do I need to be strong?

Perhaps it's better to be weak and poor? Like them?

Doesn't rain from God fall equally on everyone?

Why do you make all peoples blind?

I knew such apostles of whom you speak.

Look.

Bones are all that's left of them.

Pagans want to see someone better than them,

someone who has the most powerful of gods behind them.

They don't even understand your language.

- You need something else here. - What? Tell me.

I don't know yet.

Look!

I took off the mask of your god and nothing happened!

Look, this is clay.

Was I struck by lightning?

Did anything happen?

Where is the power of your Perun?

Well?

No lightning has struck me, see!

This is clay, this is clay!

This Perun of yours...

he has no power...

no power at all.

I challenge you to a trial by fire.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Shaman, I challenge you to a trial by fire.

I would like to confess to you. Will you hear me?

I see faces all the time.

The faces of the people who died at my sword.

I see them all the time.

I pray

that the faces of those whom my work has saved

would show themselves to me as often,

but it's not so.

It is not.

I only see two faces,

of those I once knew.

My father's and mine.

I would like to forgive them...

Forgive...

Blessed are those who believe

without understanding.

I was afraid.

What trick was that?

It was no trick.

Stay!

We were supposed to save lives, not take them!

Stay!

It's what God wants.

O Lord...

O Lord...

Accept the Shaman into Your Kingdom...

Send an angel to lead him there...

Forgive my pride...

Forgive me...

Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they shall be called the children of God.

Blessed are the merciful,

for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are those who mourn,

for they will be comforted.

Blessed are those who hunger for righteousness...

Enough!

I let you stay here,

and you move around the island like it's yours!

It is not yours yet!

How do you know human speech?

I know it.

I know your speech.

And your religion.

I know what you want.

How did you get here?

I was a merchant. I lost everything at sea.

And Perun was kind to me.

He gave me a wife, a daughter,

brothers, sisters.

Why did you kill those who came before us?

We didn't kill them.

Disease took them.

Apparently, your God didn't bless them.

You're lying...

Listen, priest, you're alive!

You know why?

Because I won't make the mistake the tribe from the bay made.

They killed one of your priests.

Before a year had passed, there was no trace left of them.

And that wasn't God.

They were slain by an army of men. No, no...

I...

I am patient.

My people will tire of you and you'll go back to the water,

to preach to the fish.

You're right.

We are fishermen.

Your days...

they are numbered, my friend.

In a few months the king and his army will come here

and then you will either greet him as a Christian prince

or you will die.

As bishop, I will have the authority to ordain the prince,

so it is in your interests to accept the true God.

Or remind yourself

that you belong to his flock.

You can build this church of yours.

But you will never enter the village.

Remember that you're only postponing the inevitable.

And you remember that my patience has its limits.

Only you understand me...

He did this to you?!

Only you can accept him.

I've been praying for you...

You are the prophet...

My father won't listen to me...

But I've seen the signs...

I've seen the signs...

You will lead us out of here

and take us home.

Tell me...

Is it true that the king is coming here with his army?

What are you doing?!

What are you doing, eh?

Is it so hard to concentrate?

Look! You've spoilt their work!

Not only are you the scum of the tribe,

you're also ruining their work! Take him away! I don't want to see him!

What Mokosas?

Sorcery!

Sorcery!

What?

What are you talking about?

He's sick.

Take him, help him.

Do something! You're just hissing at me.

They say it's your fault.

My fault? Why? What have I done?!

It's a punishment from Mokosas for building your temple.

Nonsense! It's sorcery!

Go away! Because our fear will arouse his anger.