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  • Текст песни 09 - Arcane Grail - Anachoret's Orisons... And Awakening Of Newborn Light

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    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 was tanged, and the blood curdled in veins
    "Thou art outlander!" - it said - O it was the atrocious noise
    Francis tried to gin to the 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 shall 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!"

    "Oh lawks, empower me this even!
    Behold, I 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"

    "SIC 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 soil!

    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 el
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