Raffeel (The Four Kingdoms). Fantastical war and massacre (Ayvarith conlang in use). |
Text Lines: 145 (A) A ye, in the beginning of the beginning in praising of Almighty, Lord of heavens My tongue shall be working and roaming about His favours and the pulse of sense Then after praising, come O seeker of storytelling and listen to a history beyond the existance When and where treachery and cruelty did a swing not afore the thought nor a set for some instance Mention O storyteller the four of them four they were, they are, and four they will Kingdoms of height and fame, of the strong stem for might and power they were heirs and still And in the middle of them sat the mount so dim Jabashdar(1) was it called and sooner out of hell Gebra of the north with southern limits to Mishurim while east and west for Damacania and Avarith hold still Our story goes beyond the limits of time in here something was kept in mind for long and locked in a seal A song for the devil when it comes so to hear and a lament for goodness' injuries that will never heal So heavy for the eyes to bear and so on for the ear the tidings that took place in this place over the zeal Thus the news come and go from the far and near around one man from the desert, the so-called Raffeel Jabashdar was his home and destiny and dome a nomad lived and nomad will be and a barbarian lived Of the life, forgot its colors and away was its bloom and one language he would understand and comprehend That is the strikes of the metals with its blackish doom along the way of the ongoing death that he would send This is Raffeel O sleepy listener of ever-lasting gloom laugh or cry, by God, he cares not, but to make you bend In a time out of time, when time has no time to tell my beloved kingdoms were not beloved by the hate Crushed in the hatred and hatred crushed them still no time to argue or tell a story, or even to debate Go! Go! O heroes of the might and heaven's hell kill each other and no tear dropp nor cry shall wait And when dangers come with your eyes in the shell cry no more for no time to cry or to love and hate (B) Thus, in a time when night was in its middle the eyes were shut and with dreams are soaked Came the sounds of the dirty hooves to break the fiddle and to nightmares, the dreams of reality went and walked Here comes the angel of death with happiness and a whistle no bugle of war and no trumpet was shouting for the wretched And when it was all said and done in a sound so brittle The Raffeel stood on the corpses with a smile so wicked Do not ask about the deeds of the hooves nor the men of the man nor what their swords did It was but a shout of Hesh Hesh(2) over the grooves and for life do not ask then and for it do not attend And the three men of Raffeel awaiting for what he approves and what not to let alive or what to break and what to bend Then to peace say goodbye and do not seek its lovely doves Salúd and Shádúd, accompanied by Shayrúd(3) , the men of wind Ask for testimonials from the iron and the gallows about the deeds of the three and their lord before For time tells in time before the time that follows in the past tense of this living and the history that bore The three were loyals to the blood and its lust that flows and happiness they seek in heads smashed and tore What a reputation on the side of humanity worths a pause hallelujah, shout and sing with a cry and a soul so sore What comes to the eye after the night is gone mentionless to be and unrecoradable or to sense To the dust the glory went and to ground it was done no stone on a stone, nor a home stands, not a fence The crow of sadness itself had to sing by its own and no one to shed a tear amid that blood so dense Just to look to the marbles and how to hut they were blown and you shall know the meaning of the harsh and tense The morning testifies with its glory and light how the gloom cried for the hardships of men While the echoes of the strikes and the fight are still visible in the horizon on every glen Where is Gebra the green and Mishurim of might while Damacania and Avarith are what but a den Weep O weeper but wish not for destiny to sight the sensitivity of its ego and the pride of its sin Dum! Dum! Anná E-Dum? (4) , he shouted with a laugh the man of iron and copper, with a sword and an axe No mercy he did spare for a woman nor a man of staff and no children bore the burden of purity but only blacks Amid the corpses, walk and see and think over the clough where the smell of death tickles the nose and stabs the backs The tear dried out of the tear and mourning is the love and the scent of the blood remains where life for life lacks (C) And now move to the palace of the golden dream where the murderers dance over the agony and pain Proud of their glory that they sent over the beam the beam of the gallows and the avatar of the slain And while performing with such a shameless esteem they step over the skulls of the unfortunate and the brain Follow the smiles and laughters with the waltz of the team the three rocks around the lord of fear, the lord so insane And yet see the noble ladies of the scarlet and the blue from high to low they came and to the ground they flew What but maids and servants they were made so new do not bother to ask or follow the news from whoever knew What gold or silver now away from the freedom so true but a bunch of useless matters in the face of the hue Slavery and its consequences are there for no clue as the kingdoms are one, and one must be forever so The laughters continued and so did the clinks of the glass with the shouts of 'E-Musayqah! E-Musayqah! '(5) that echoed And the blood-like wine spread among the gigantic mass and the smell of joy and agony intertwined and lassoed Who cares now for a tear, or happiness or the harsh brass or who to care about the cries and laughters, or the valued The merriness just travels in the minds like on the grass and the stain of happiness is stuck on the minds it followed (D) Hark! O listen you sleeper in the sweetest honey the woes of the bugles and trumpets are here and soon Hark! and listen carefully, this is the hateful melodey and from afar you can see the march of a dragoon Hark! and listen with fear, for the continued medley and look to the sky and its sun, are not but a moon Here comes now the man of standards so highly but a blood-seeker as well, that is The Gwffgarion Thus, from the beginning, the beginning of an end comes by the mangle of the men and the iron mixed with the brass With the clinks of the swords and spears, and the bones and the smell of the crimson blood crashing into the grass O Heroes of the old times that lasted but for some seconds how many moments did you count and how much for a glance Like the kingdoms seized, they are now down to the stones no matter how long they are taken, no matter how was the stance O dear lover of the cruelty and its mansion of the red like you take, so to be taken later, you are on the reel What life is but a lie that has just been drawn on a grid and what plans are but to betray or so they are to steal Be careful my beloved from the hooves of destiny, the horrid sooner or later it will become with you here so to feel Like life did for the four in that imagination, the so-vivid Gwffgarion comes after a while, and so goodbye to Raffeel - - (1) : Jabashdar: Ayvarith: The Dry Place. (2) : Hesh Hesh: Ayvarith: 'Let's go! , Come on! ' (3) : Generals of Raffeel. (4) : Ayvarith: Blood! Blood! Where is The Blood? (5) : Ayvarith: The Music! The Music! - http: //www.geocities.com/mat_group/ |