[Verses by Demether; music by Anastasia & Eugen] 

Germanareh narrateth to Isabelle’s 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 
“I’ve lived with you in thy last days 
I saw thy death, I felt the pain 
But I’m immortal, I’m a slave 
I found my way in splendid grave 
I’m lord of earth, I’m 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 
I’ve lived through ages but I am still alone 

Well I’ll 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 

“I’ll 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 wouldn’t 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 
He’s 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 didn’t want to militate against my envoys of the night 
The Slavs fain ransomed two score bullions and e’en 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 don’t conceive the wight power of Aryan sons 
Pending was the bridal night I descried that ‘t is meretrix – 
My child wife wasn’t 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...