A tos ceus qui l´ont greve.

03The Statley Seats, The Ladies Brighth Of Hue

04Antonius Fire.

07Veniat In Brevi,Jesu Bone Deus.

12The Festivities Welcome Tunes.

13The Ritual´s Climb (Devotion & Ectasy).

15To The Next Hurra!.

16 I was not angry

18...I Sing This Song About Myself. (Maiden At Cascades)

23Amara Tanta Tyri.

02 Do What Thou Wilt Up To The Hilt

04 How Much Longer, O Lord Will You Keep Me Waiting

05 Death By Fire...

12 But You Won´t Get Me...Not Me

Las marchas de los flagelantes por toda Europa para evengelizar a los pueblos del pecado y las insidias del deseo carnal

13 Flagellant´s Hymn (Whoe´er to save his soul

14 The Norman bastards we´ll slay!

Under a reddening sky
I watch the freedom of a band of soldiers
Who belongs to me.
Stripped bare for bathing in the sea;
They shout - and run.
Their flesh worn down
By the trade of war
Revives -  so far.

All´s payhos now!
Their body that was gross
Rank, ravenous
Desgusting in the act or in repose.

Fever, filth and sweat,
Its bestial stenght
And bestial decay,
By pain and labour grows at lenght.

Fragile and luminous.
"Poor bare forked animal",
Concious of his desires
And needs and flesh that rise and fall.

Stands in the soft air,
Tasting after toil
In his sweet nakedness,
letting the scawaves coil.

Forgets his hatred 
Of the war,
It´s terrible pressure,
A machinery of death and slavery.

Each being a slave
And making slaves of others;
Freedom is a game,
Mimies, fear and shame.

He plays with daeth and animalty;
In the shadows of his palid flesh
I see
Their muscular limbs
That clamber from the rocks
And from the water;
And heads that turn across the shoulder
Eager for the slaughter.

Forgetful of their bodies
That are bare and hot,
Not to use the weapons
that are lying there!

And we, too, are in pitty.
Spirit - in this war.

    But night begins.

Night of the mind.
Who´s concious of our sins?
As every human deed
concerns our blood.

And even we must know,
that some great love is
Over all we do!

And that drove us into this fury,
For so few can suffer
The terror of that love:
That love
That sets us spinning in this groove,
Geased with our blood!

FT Prince/Alzbeth 

17 Under a reddening sky(F T Prince)

18Holy Nation,Holy Fatherland,Soar Your Griffins...

21Come here little soldier,take your armour off

01Reaping was maiden Mariça,reaping the fruit of the fields

02The dance of liberation,(boys ahead victorious!)

03a Gorom jase,kiceni svatovi

04 Aj, sane zaspala.Dilber Sajma u bastí

05Ante od srebra, ante od slata! Ante of silver,Ante of gold

07Alte clamat epicurus

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