[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...