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Lapped In Moonless Centuries"I've lived with you in thy last daysI 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… [nights and I'll be there] Our love betrayed by many people And on my grave eternal woe Our souls fly to heaven steeple Where starry 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 [fight] 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 Sunhild 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 race 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… |