Verses by Demether; music by Eugen

Hearings ‘bout the devil’s coming spend as faster
as the sunlight It hath reached the ancient
village near the city of Avilles There has lived
the aged friar who has almost lost his eyesight
But he not dement his reason and the power for his
years

He was praying at the icon of God in the monastery
Hung on shoulder the bag with the Gospel, and
modestly Took the verge and went toward macabre
Nebelforst That towers ruefully in the heart of
Black Forest

He made the unconspicuous grey tabernacle On the
rivage of silvan warbling brooklet... Francis bode
there peacefully (two days and one night), Just
berrying and gazing as birds and bees flit

Francis was ware, and every crackle As the prick
of the profane morglay He was afraid the
temptation of soul But not that his flesh would be
slain

Walking one day in the forest and banished the
drear fancies Francis was suddenly startled – He
discerned a spectral silhouette Which forthright
vanished amid the trunks of the gleamy trees,
Seemed that in the sullen wood (was performing) a
magical frondage’s minuet

He stood unto the stool thereat the menorah,
ignified the flames The old monk settled his mind
and set to exalt the prayer to the saints The
reason was sereneed and he plunged into the deep
sleep’s waves

Barely he felt formication – He heard the
horissonant voice As Tartarean trump it tanged,
and the blood curdled in veins “Thou art
outlander!” – it said – O it was the atrocious
noise Francis tried to gin to pray but he leaned
to the hithermost teil

“Let wit ye that my soul had embrewed with blood
of thousands” “My soul is so old and I hope that
“Jhesu’s sword” have found you, All-father’s
clemency ain’t fineless and your soul will be (as
sure as fate) Haunted by hellhounds”

“Let thy flesh and blood be devoured by terrene
cerastes Dost ye want to enhalo thy caitiff soul?
Thy omnipotent deity isn’t hearkeneth thy orisons
and pleas!” “Nay, I mere the meek theopathic
thrall!”

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apostrophize to you Avaunt, the varletry of Devil!
Erebus in this wield I’ve viewed”

Francis, with name of God in mouth, aspersed the
air, which broke and ostended the bloodcurdling
sight – armoured “demons” were squirming and
yowling; King Germanareh’s standing hardily afore,
wincing at fury.

“Well, you quasi have my army But now my great
suzerain citeth me Don’t think that your god is
mightier him”

“SIX LUCEAT LUX!”

In the same flash of time all is perished...

“My faith won despite that my word was despisable,
Oh God, why, his thersitical orations were so
damnable That I couldn’t listen them, my heart was
cowered by awe The evil was permeating into my
forworn reason more

Dei gratia I have prevailed this horrendous
fiend!”

Awakening of Newborn Light

Francis took his belongings, left the loaf’s
crumbs for squirrels, sained himself and went out.

Next morrow he saw an auroral dawn And his
martyred soul began to moan (That many slain
people wouldn’t see it) Yes, blackened evil took
their souls But I believe that Love is law in our
world (And beauty of this planet shall not wilt)

He knocked in the soil At the marge of the wood
The blest timbered cross Which put out the
roots...

And we’ll return into the rood!

After several years the marvelous oak grown there,
its vast branches shielded the grassy path to the
fragrant pine forest. Every man may rest in the
shade of this magnificent tree. If you stare
intently to the bottom of the trunk, you may
decipher a small cross, etched in the bark by
one’s ungraspable design, and nothing can abolish
it, nor the time, men or natural elements.

Already three hundred years peace and tranquility
are reigning there. No animated being is
frightened of ancient nighted horror, but the
legend lives on the mouth of local inhabitants.