Intro
prose by Demether; music by Anastasia
Langsyne, a king there was... He was sublime and
lionesque-redoubted. The numerous folks were
trepidating before his lurid face and spear-hand,
held the vasty empire by the harsh reins. But the
destiny’s path of every mortal is leading
inevitably to the vital shears’ blade. And
eventually The Silver-haired Queen came to the
haughty king for her dire tribute. A lot of water
has passed under the bridge of time thenceforth,
but... After one thousand and four hundred summers
and winters the spirit of the ancient agadic king
of Goths is relived to rule the night, avenge,
love, war and do one’s will, somebody who won’t
have the mundane law of life’s circle did cast
into the timeless depth of reincarnations in low
forms, condign for his nefarious piacles while
alive. The spirit of Germanareh, thus he hight by
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advice, hath stood to linger on the earth after
agonizing death, without pacation that await for
all men. Belike Providence (or Darkness, itself)
made the other fate for king, mayhap for
castigation or something yet, I don’t know. His
spirit was asomatous, feeble and bedrid by
centuries of sufferings, unknown for the living
human thankfully. He couldn’t create or destroy.
The borders of shade of mountain and forest, where
the body of Germanareh was buried, was the bound
which embinded him like wife to husband. Whilom
fierce spirit of great warrior, conqueror, the
bane of Europe pined and cherished no hope for the
redemption by the grace of God, but once he has
felt the approach of some people, there were the
coven of witches. They... though, no, let our
tensons open all to you... “Welcome to this graven
legend!”