Tragic Love
[Lyrics by Demether; music by Eugen & Anastasia]
King walketh through the night wood far away from damned ghost home
To the bottom of the high hills to the meeting with the dark Lord
Silent night for the romantic but ghoulâs soul is hardest gravestone
Full of hate to all the people soul hath folded in the rage cold
Itâs twelve oâclock and no one soul strolleth through this baleful place
But suddenly king heard the noise and saw the shadow on the glade
It hath moved forward to the well and ghost began to follow shade
And hand of (phantasmal) king have gleamed by fearful blade
But shadow turned and spirit saw the beauteous girl like morning dawn
The sword fell out of phantomâs hand and albeit king was Mantusâs son
He couldnât even find the words to show his feelings to this girl
And ghost forgave âbout sacred duty - sheâd glanced at him like ancient beauty
...Fluty tune of our tragic love!
âOh, Isabelle, my ladybird â supernal loveliness Thou wert!â
(Glacial) Venus shineth for the goddess - sheâs a queen, and sheâs the sole
She can make the ghoulâs heart tremble only she makes time go slowly
Nights are full of dreams and passion Goth will always be Her true guard
Spirit gives to Her the black rose which grows on the hell-bound graveyard
Isabelleâs mother is fucking bitch!
She knew all of their meetings so she told to priest about it
Infirm hag whoâd ruled her daughter, girl had died and it was her fault
Slave of church â the inquisitor (his name was Morphiy) in one morning hath decided
Witch and this lass is the one face and Her mind hath veiled the grave cold
Whereupon, after the last vesper bell Morphiy with ecclesial guard ambuscaded in the elder timbered bastide of Isabelleâs mother. Nearly the morning-tide gladsome Isabelle got back home suspecting nothing. No explaining, the guards roughly seized Her and marched to frowzy rat-swarmed prison. She was endungeoning there only two moons and wondering about the causa of the arrest.
[In court:]
[The Venerable Inquisitor with bias:] âTell me, what thou art in soothâ
[Isabelle drowned in tears:] âI am the sinless girl and I believe in Godâ
[The Inquisitor with mockery:] âThe holy court trows that ye clean tooâ
[Isabelle with illusory foreboding of escape:] âO aye, my soul filled with love in allâ
[The Holy Court:] âNay, thy love is blasphemy and it would fall
âBEND YOUR KNEES, MY PRECIOUS SLAVE!â
Thine immortal soul to the sulphurous hell
Mephitic blaze of Gehenna awaiteth thee!
Sacred court of tellurian clergy couldnât help
For salvation of the relentless deathâs wingsâ
[Isabelle:] âMy lief, I wouldnât forsake thee!â
The Inquisitor with taunt: âDo pray, my daughter!
The sacred ordeal would purify thee from sacrilegious designs
Redeem thy sins, embrace thy death and yeâll ensky
Thouâlt vivify at throne of God, Elysium is nigh!â
âElysium is nigh!â
[Concluding speech of the judge:]
âI conjure thee by bitter tears shed by Our God and Saviour Jesus Christ upon the cross for the worldâs salvation and by scalding tears shed by the Virgin, Mother of God upon His wounds in the eve, by tears shed by the saints and those chosen by God, whose eyes donât weep anymore by His will, prove thy innocence by shedding tears, but an thou is guilty, âtis beyond thy powers. In the Name of Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amenâ
[Isabelleâs fainted away]
[The cries of maddened Isabelle on the way to the sacrificial stake:]
âI am the witch!
Rape me, burn me, slay!!!â
Sheâs gone to the block (Her Calvary) but not like a hero
Her wit aspireth to betrothed, ere faggot she is shriven
At the time Germanareh slumbered in this own crypt
But laments of Isabelle aroused him from his abysmal sleep
He sleeps in his abysmal crypt!
He rose from the veil of woe and hasteneth to beloved
Meanwhile the dale was deafened by a shriek of virtuous sacrifice â
(it had rebellowed in Gothâs heart)
The King saw only dancing in flames Her jacinth hair and
The smouldering torso of the most beautiful girl all over the world...
...All over the world!!!