release [rɪˈli: s], mighty [ˈmaɪtɪ], loom [lu: m]

Slightly taller than Conan and much heavier, Baal-pteor loomed before him, a daunting image of muscular development. His mighty arms were unnaturally long, and his great hands opened and closed, twitching convulsively. Conan released the hilt of his imprisoned sword and fell silent, watching his enemy thorugh slitted lids.

"Your head, Cimmerian!" taunted Baal-pteor (твоя голова, киммериец! — дразнил Баал-птеор). "I shall take it with my bare hands (я возьму ее /моими/ голыми руками), twisting it from your shoulders as the head of a fowl is twisted (сверну ее с твоих плеч, как сворачивают голову птице)! Thus the sons of Kosala offer sacrifice to Yajur (так сыны Косалы приносят жертвы Яджуру). Barbarian, you look upon a strangler of Yota-pong (варвар, ты смотришь на душителя Йота-понга). I was chosen by the priests of Yajur in my infancy (я был избран жрецами Яджура в /моем/ детстве), and throughout childhood, boyhood, and youth I was trained in the art of slaying with the naked hands (и на протяжении детства, отрочества и юношества меня учили искусству убивать голыми руками) — for only thus are the sacrifices enacted (ибо только так предписано приносить жертвы = проводится церемония жертвоприношения). Yajur loves blood, and we waste not a drop from the victim's veins (Яджур любит кровь, и мы не тратим понапрасну ни одной капли крови из вен жертвы). When I was a child they gave me infants to throttle (когда я был ребенком, /они/ мне давали душить детей); when I was a boy I strangled young girls (когда я был мальчиком, я душил юных девочек); as a youth, women, old men, and young boys (/когда я был/ юношей — женщин, стариков и юных мальчиков). Not until I reached my full manhood was I given a strong man to slay on the altar of Yota-pong (лишь когда я достиг моей полной мужественности = полностью возмужал, мне дали: «я был дан» убить на алтаре Йота-понга сильного мужчину).

bare [bɛə],fowl [faul],sacrifice [ˈsækɪrfaɪs]

"Your head, Cimmerian!" taunted Baal-pteor. "I shall take it with my bare hands, twisting it from your shoulders as the head of a fowl is twisted! Thus the sons of Kosala offer sacrifice to Yajur. Barbarian, you look upon a strangler of Yota-pong. I was chosen by the priests of Yajur in my infancy, and throughout childhood, boyhood, and youth I was trained in the art of slaying with the naked hands — for only thus are the sacrifices enacted. Yajur loves blood, and we waste not a drop from the victim's veins. When I was a child they gave me infants to throttle; when I was a boy I strangled young girls; as a youth, women, old men, and young boys. Not until I reached my full manhood was I given a strong man to slay on the altar of Yota-pong.