Arcane Grail - Lapped In Moonless Centuries lyrics

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[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...