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 ghoul’s soul is hardest
gravestone Full of hate to all the people soul
hath folded in the rage cold

It’s twelve o’clock 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
phantom’s hand and albeit king was Mantus’s son He
couldn’t even find the words to show his feelings
to this girl And ghost forgave ‘bout sacred duty -
she’d glanced at him like ancient beauty

...Fluty tune of our tragic love!

“Oh, Isabelle, my ladybird – supernal loveliness
Thou wert!”

(Glacial) Venus shineth for the goddess - she’s a
queen, and she’s the sole She can make the ghoul’s
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

Isabelle’s mother is fucking bitch!

She knew all of their meetings so she told to
priest about it Infirm hag who’d ruled her
daughter, girl had died and it was her fault Slave
of church – 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 Isabelle’s 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: “Tell me,
what thou art in sooth” Isabelle drowned in
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God” The Inquisitor with mockery: “The holy
court trows that ye clean too” Isabelle with
illusory foreboding of escape: “O aye, my soul
filled with love in all” The Holy Court: “Nay,
thy love is blasphemy and it would fall

“BEND YOUR KNEES, MY PRECIOUS SLAVE!”

Thine immortal soul to the sulphurous hell
Mephitic blaze of Gehenna awaiteth thee! Sacred
court of tellurian clergy couldn’t help For
salvation of the relentless death’s wings”

Isabelle: “My lief, I wouldn’t forsake thee!”

The Inquisitor with taunt: “Do pray, my daughter!
The sacred ordeal would purify thee from
sacrilegious designs Redeem thy sins, embrace thy
death and ye’ll ensky Thou’lt vivify at throne of
God, Elysium is nigh!”

“Elysium is nigh!”

Concluding speech of the judge:
“I conjure thee by bitter tears shed by Our God
and Saviour Jesus Christ upon the cross for the
world’s 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 don’t weep anymore by His will,
prove thy innocence by shedding tears, but an thou
is guilty, ‘tis beyond thy powers. In the Name of
Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen”

Isabelle’s fainted away

The cries of maddened Isabelle on the way to the
sacrificial stake:
“I am the witch! Rape me, burn me, slay!!!”

She’s 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 – (it had rebellowed
in Goth’s 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!!!