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« Lapped in moonless centuries »
Arcane Grail
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 starry 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
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, jinx
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�
"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 starry 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
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, jinx
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�
