[prose by Demether; music by Anastasia]
Langsyne, a king there was... He was sublime and
lionesque-redoubted. The numerous folks were trepidating before his lurid face and spear-hand, held the vasty empire by the harsh reins.
But the destinys path of every mortal is leading inevitably to the vital shears blade. And eventually The Silver-haired Queen came to the
haughty king for her dire tribute. A lot of water has passed under the bridge of time thenceforth, but...
After one thousand and four
hundred summers and winters the spirit of the ancient agadic king of Goths is relived to rule the night, avenge, love, war and do ones
will, somebody who wont have the mundane law of lifes circle did cast into the timeless depth of reincarnations in low forms, condign for
his nefarious piacles while alive. The spirit of Germanareh, thus he hight by mother aborning on the faith of wisewomans advice, hath
stood to linger on the earth after agonizing death, without pacation that await for all men. Belike Providence (or Darkness, itself) made
the other fate for king, mayhap for castigation or something yet, I dont know. His spirit was asomatous, feeble and bedrid by centuries of
sufferings, unknown for the living human thankfully. He couldnt create or destroy. The borders of shade of mountain and forest, where the
body of Germanareh was buried, was the bound which embinded him like wife to husband. Whilom fierce spirit of great warrior, conqueror,
the bane of Europe pined and cherished no hope for the redemption by the grace of God, but once he has felt the approach of some people,
there were the coven of witches.
They... though, no, let our tensons open all to you...
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