Cryptic Carnage Rozelowe ROZELOWE a river cuts the land in half each side of it equally beautiful willows and oaks, rough and old, they still hold the voices of birds a touch of green recives the nature and the sun brings back all living spring has finally come overhelming one with pleasure seems as if the trees try to tell the stories they heard long ago nothing has changed in 800 years listen carefully for this true...! HOWEVER RICH A MAN MAY BE...! It´s springtime and close to june Forest and country are fresh and green For duke and mistress ready for hunt Await for the trek of the duke The coll of wild of redeer and of swine If entice the lord to stay here If entice the baliffs daughter too A girl - just a gracious wife He starts to loving her - after all the time From all parts of his land - peasants arrived To bait the wild for their duke They hunt with spears with arrows and with dogs Each lord of the duke´s land They let it know The duke calls up - for coming on However rich a man may be He has eyes but still can´t see What there is to come tomorrow And what the future holds for him All his money will not be A guide through life for him THE WIZARD at the court of the duke there lives an old magician who tries to heal his master in every way he can he looks into his masters heart forseeing his love for a woman a dream is hunting him every year of a young child and a white woman the vision of a terrified face promising misfortune with bloody judgement worried about the master`s fate he advises him on avoiding rozelowe...! BEAUTY AT EVERYTIME but still, the wise man´s vision could never change the duke´s decision his master now seeks joy in hunting and all his men join in with at the end of the day returning home he sees the girl among the people DUKE: „do tell me, man, who is the child?“ VOIGT: „my master, what is your intention? she`s of my own blood and to be married soon, will you be Guest?“ DUKE: „i witnessed her how she grew up her being prettier with every year just like a flower that`s blooming fall and now i call upon my right...!“ but still, the wise man´s vision could never change the duke´s decision his master now seeks joy in hunting and all his men join in with PRIMAE NOCTIS A tradition old and cruel, it`s rulers pleasure, it`s peasant`s pain. A rule that was born long ago, only for the benefit of one! Ein Ritus alt und gar nicht recht, dem Herren gut, dem Bauern schlecht, gemeines Gebot aus alten Tagen, nur einer wird sich daran laben...! Einst ein Fürst ohne Gnaden hat Weib, hat Kind, hat keine Plagen . Ihn quält die Unruh` Tag und Nacht ! In seinen Träumen ihm - Maria lacht ! Maria ein Weib von minderem Stand hat Vater, hat Mutter, hat einen Mann . Arm ist sie, kann trotzdem lieben , karg ist ihr Haus - doch ist sie zufrieden ! Der Fürst ihr lockt mit Ruhm und Glanz. Ihrem Manne, dieTreue hält sie voll und ganz. Der Herr beruft sich auf alt Pergament , ein Recht, das sich - PRIMAE NOCTIS - nennt . Die erste Nacht will der Fürst sich bewahren , Maria bleibt treu es ist ihr Verderben ....! FRANZISKUS put in chains the poor girl suffered and the duke creates his plans. he send Franziskus the old monk, so she would learn about her fate! monk: "the lord´s not master of his temper he will kill your father, kill your man give in, i plead you, or he´ll make it true...!" maria: "oh, Franziskus, i can´t do it been so happy but it faded i love my father i love my man i will be faithful, whatever will come...!" beeing told her decision the lord explodes: "she lived to die, now it will be...!" LIVED TO DIE anonymous and all in black his right-tightly holding the axe the axe-inevitable for his work the executioner is waiting silently they lived to die so bitterly...! duke: "so end her father´s live now and leave her pleading for hers own...!" maria: "master, still you will never get what someone else has already won...!" they lived to die so bitterly...! duke: "be quiet now it is enough...! my rage is only growing proceed-and kill her lover...!" again the shadow moves...! LIEBE, HAß, NEID UND VERDERBEN Es ward ein Mädchen, sie ward gar nicht alt. Jung und schön, mußt gehn von der Welt. LIEBE, HAß, NEID UND VERDERBEN... AUS WELCHEM GRUND MUßTE SIE STERBEN? Es ward der Neid, ihr grausiger Tod Ich sing dies Lied Euch von Leiden und Not! LIEBE, HAß, NEID UND VERDERBEN... AUS WELCHEM GRUND MUßTE SIE STERBEN? DISOBEDIANCE one evening the duke is looking down the courtyard a sight so cruel and cold an act of violence so senseless, the silence is like a moaning scream, death takes everything, just like here...! with sun the light is fading... „did this murder change my world?“ i am man or beast? i did it but still lost did i speak fair words in my decision, or was it just an awful murder? i`m of royal blood, noble and pure i can`t be a murder once more some day later, the duke is hunting he meets two poachers by surprise „who has given you the right to hunt? at this old tree you shall find death the words i speak, they are the law, disobidiance is paid with death...! i´m of royal blood and i will rule, who disobeys me is to lose! he is lose everything he owns, for my anger is my world`s rule the words i speak, they are the law, disobediance is paid with death...!“