[Verses by Demether; music by Anastasia & Eugen]
Germanareh narrateth to Isabelles spirit the story of His life, when She
has come to Him for ever. Her spirit has set off to the world of her favourite king after the burning on sacrificial bonfire, - mayhap
Love has connected these two, so different, hearts: devilly dark-fathomed serpent and light morning windflaw, washing the wings of
seraphim. Isabelle and Germanareh stride in a wood having embraced, and pearl flowers grow from under Her steps,
as though the sky is
clarified on an instant from Her delightful, already unearthly, sight,
but a Shadow, which has hung above the king, still darkens the
surrounding world...
Melodies Of Splintered Hearts
Ive lived with you in thy last days
I saw thy death, I felt the
pain
But Im immortal, Im a slave
I found my way in splendid grave
Im lord of earth, Im god of sword
I am the master of the
world
I was a tsar, I was a khan
I won all wars that I began
My history is very long
Ive lived through ages but I am still
alone
Well Ill lead thee through the time
Across the dismal world of mine
I hear the sound of daemonic bell
Tis time to
tell thee fabled tale
Ill live with you forevermore
Though you are only dreamy ghost
My heart is full of crystal love
My
soul is ever lost!
But hark tis sound of the bell
And time hath come to tell the tale
And thou wilt grasp my eon life
Let
t wouldnt show thee as the lie
Thy hand in mine and I am calm
For many moonless centuries...
Our love betrayed by many
people
And on my grave eternal woe
Our souls fly to heaven steeple
Where fairy whirlpool steal us into flow!
Rueful
History Of Mine
The year 351 (three hundred fifty one) was time when I begun to rule
My father Agiulf the Brave hath conquered many
eastern tribes
Hes sacrificed so many men (torn the threads of lives) unto the ball of astral wool
That people called him awful
beast with gory fire in the eyes
Our writer Ghor described for the descendants his anabases
I was the worthy son of him so I began
to conquer East
Ten years I have attacked the thorps, crushed the walls and burned the cities
I had no pity to the dogs who lived in
lands which grew by Mist
My life had changed when Sar & Ammiy they were the great Slavonic czars
Together with their own
councillors had showed to me their cowardice
They didnt want to militate against my envoys of the night
The Slavs fain ransomed two
score bullions and een the princely sib
Whilst mine courageous warriors amassed to barbarous fight
Then-a-days the sere and
yellow leaf
Came to me and I wrought myself in
The unable nonagenarian, but my avarice
Fordid the Goths and our nation turned
thin
I interred my audacity and swollen unreason
The strength forsook me everlastingly
My ardour was sweeter than hurtle of
weapon
And the licentious lust overpowered me
Sunhilde was name of my damned bride,
Whose beauty took away my pride!
I
wished to possess the heart of Slavonic princess
But I dont conceive the wight power of Aryan sons
Pending was the bridal night I
descried that t is meretrix
My child wife wasnt vestal and my sword efforced her soul, minx
Her brothers heard about
my
Irremissible direful villainy
Their glorious and dauntless arm
Had scuttled us to th four winds
Their bestowal for
peace was our merited death!
I all stricken and tatters of my people
Went to plod under the weight of hurts
Towards the
west
En route I deceased beshrewing the Slavs;
My bone rest
Upon that wooded embreastment, it laves
In piercing rains (many
perpetual centuries),
But my martial and rebellious spirit not knoweth
The soothing rest...