[Verses by Demether; music by Eugen] 



Every fullmoon blood begins to run through sinews of the greatest king of Goths 

He wakes up angry going spread the death around for the famous glory of his own God 

Great malice lighteth bloody eyes, the frightful pain will scream insight 

He’ll right through time revenge be sweet, his bones have crushed but soul can’t die 



His time has come he’ll shed the blood of thousands slain by his succinite brand 



From the cemetery of silence, from the cemetery of death 

King will ride to cruel future he has found a living path 

No one angel takes a risk to show his face before the king 

Even Gorgon’s pale before him, he’s afraid his magic ring 



The King withdraws the wargs from their subterranean graves, 

He harnesseth the chariot and summoneth the ghouls 

But spirit of the death whispereth him that they couldn’t raise 

The dead Goth decide to resort to the secrecies of blooms 



And then suddenly... 



Saliva of the Great Wolf-leader 

Waters the mould of cemetery’s tombs 

Corpses dwell by this nature of fear 

And coming from their loved riven wombs 



In the center of the graveyard servants of demons are gathering 

The king-ghost organized the significant council 

Recall of avenge mournfully sounding on his lifeless lips 

He tempteth corses by the fresh human blood, 

After that the king stood the forces on their bony knees 

And makes them pray for almighty Phoebe, the goddess of moon and flood 



“And the countenance of the luna smiles back!” 



Elimer, the founder of Grüth was sworn enemy of Goths 

And the king on his deathbed takes an oath to destroy the walls 

Of the settlement of the own enemy’s despicable posterity 

And later the centuries he’ll exhaust the mission of his destiny 



[Germanareh screams in darkness:] 

“My succinite sword shall slaughter thee, 

Thy cattle, christian village & tribe 

And certainly thy damned seed” 



“If you found the reign of darkness, 

You will find a sentry lee!” 



Hitherto unbloodied umbrae of gothic warriors arose the swords above their heads and hailed: 



“Vivat Rex!” 



And glorious King’s throwing up his hand crowned by firmament’s stars 

Only his formidable aspect inspireth the awe in souls of arch 

And sepulchral obscurity filleth the hearts 



Germanareh leads his troops of ghouls in the name of dark 

Great warriors expires in the nocturnal sky its blood-curdling howl, 

Rotting roots of ancient trees begin to moaning under dreadful army’s march 

And endless forest covered by odour of death in the bloodshot Devil’s bowl 



Wicked spirits stand at the edge of the forest 

Their caddish glance lowered on the dell 

The neighbourhood reddened by flames of hearth 

In the next instant the horde from Hell 

Darting off to the village and 

Their “holy” path was deified by argent-gleamy moon 

A succinite sword glares in the King’s hand 

The ghouls fell from welkin i’ th’ hazing gloom 



Their attack was unexpected, people couldn’t hide in dwellings 

So men have to fight for freedom, for their lives against the Evil 

Ghosts have burned so many houses that the murk have turned to bright light 

Fearful thunder have announced the beginning of the Great Fight 

Bloody rivers flew from high hills irrigating soil of graveyard 

All the soldiers fought in battle for the fame of Germanareh 

They will sacrifice their bodies ‘cause they serve to Devil’s main guard 

He’s the chosen one of spirits and he knows he’ll be their monarch 



Hundred men have died in moment tho’ they fought in rage and courage 

Women, children and the elders run to church for the salvation 

They believe in their Ransomer which hath always helped in troubles 

Ghosts have charred the shrine with people, - there came a suffocation 



The antiquity of the precious cathedral’s walls begin to decay 

Under the yoke of unbearable Death’s shout 

And thrusts by spirits’ swords, but the Holy Ghost can’t betray 

The christians of Grüth and their souls to be proud 

...but only death they found! 



Ghouls have stormed the church all night 

Women have defended children 

Earth felt beams of divine light 

Felon schemes of ghouls have crumbled 



Took away the corses underneath the bed of graveyard 

They began to feast glorifying their valour 



(Gothic tales of Schwarswald preserves this appalling night unblemished: expression of demons’ eyes, their armour and sudden evaporation with first rays of the dawn).