2. Ella and the Valley of Bliss

 

We dewlt together in seclusion

In a valley of bliss

Heaven on earth like Garden of Eden

Where footsteps of humans never trodden

Beneath the pleasant warm rays of the sun

That spread orient beams in the morn

Pon the fruits, flowers and trees nurturing

The bedewed glittering fertile earth

 

Till twilight grey nightfall call

Who outspreads her silver mantle

Adorned with glowing sapphire

A starry host each in stations stirless

Gloriously forever shinning

In jeweled clouded sky their rose

The moon in pale sober rays

A magnificent sight to behold

 

The pale moonlight unveils her beauty

A poetic spell, a sleeping grace

Lulled by the sweet music of the night

The celestial notes of the nightingale

 

Where she slept our love was loyal and pure

Here reigns the spirit of love with golden wand

Shooting shafts of light chaste and holy

And wings that wave sparkling fairy dust

 

Oh how I pine to avenge thee!

All women kind on man’s evil ways

I would tear through their under and entrails

And crush their skulls into dust with bare hands

(and how I would laugh)

 

Free from the vanities of man’s evil cities

Where men are driven by adulterous lust

Breathing its impure and corrupted air

Earth’s rapist’s more savage than bestial herds

(YOU FILTHY MEN!)

 

The breath taking beauty of the vale

Thousand of forest trees in canopy high

To where one trods crushes to death

Millions of fragrant flowers beneath ones feet

To where the vale layed

In surrounding hills

Cloaked in the thickest of grass

Perfumed with flowers

Which only found in England

And rising high mountains

Bounding the hills

Dimly shading the vale

 

Through mazy courses there crawled a river

Among the hills and to the dim mountains

Merging with many a brooks and rivulets

And the tall towering pines that girdle

 

When the pearly jeweled night sky and moon

Casts their light pon the hushed river water

Where Ella gazes their glistens than

A beauty more dazzling than Seraphim

 

Flowers in radiant full bloom

That perfume the gales virgin Earth

Sweeter than all save Ella’s heart

With veins overflowing with love

 

She was a maiden true and pure

A naiad among the crystal waters

Caroused in a fountain of life

Sylph with peerless exquisite beauty

 

An angel in rapture days

 

3. Death's Shadow

 

A change therein fell upon the vale

Strange mighty uncanny growth swelled all

Dormant elements of life sprung and burst

Writhing and uncoiling hungrily

 

To Ella the vale and changes mimics

Her rapid increase in maturity

I pored over her beautiful fervent form

That grew in turgid paces into my heart

 

Lo a crawling phantom intrudes the vale

Spectral shadow shrouded with long cerements black

Ghastly corpse countenance dabbed with blood

A scalp of hideously drooping grey hair

 

A gaunt figure minimum 6 foot 6

With piercing glistening hollow eyes

Icy stares that chill the very marrow of my bones

Utter gloom pervades all my senses

 

Like a black plague it infected all

The greenery and flowers withered

There sprang thorns and dark purple violets

An atmosphere that reeks of decay

 

Boundless gloom and sorrow held dominion

The stars in heaven hath ceased to look down

Virgin Mary weeps eternal tears

In dew from tree tops that descend in diamonds

 

And so death has touched Ella’s bosom…

 

 

4. Ella and the Valley of Blight

 

By an obscures route in gray titan woods

Ghastly shadows hanging upon the trees

Owls and ravens perched high on stems

Peering down through the darkness in pale grim eyes

 

Night on black throne reigns the vale…

 

The nightingale sung her final notes

Who flew sadly away from the vale

That once lulling divine melody

To which beauty sleeps so tranquilly holy!

That faded away into a dirge

Tainted with terror in eerie tones

Of croaking ravens and hooting owls

To which I shudder a sinking iciness

 

Desolated silent Thule

 

Oh the river spreads in perturbed silence

Insufferable unquiet solitude

Ill scene that tortures me into madness

Which human words thwart to describe

Unearthly sensation of its silent waters

That oozed in blood in scarlet horror

Stretching evermore into the mist

To the dim toppling mountain pinnacles

 

Columned by hoary horrible gray trees

Stretching long crooked ghastly necks

Rustling and rocking hither and thither

Sighing sadly of their desolation

 

Beneath the lurid eyes of the sun

The bloody rivers poisonous water

A sickly filthy hue that where she looks

Deeply lies her demonic deathly image

 

Her bed lay in a myriad of violets

Darkly wined mournfully sighing to each other

Writhing restlessly and soddened with dew

That descend from her bright waning eyes

 

Death upon her eyes

 

I was riveted in horror

As she fought for her life with the shadow

Glassy pupiless marbled eyes staring

How  I wish I never beheld them!

  

Her body an icy chilliness

The hues of life flushed and livid

Helpless prey watching in terror

In grief to her emaciation

 

Her love how unworthily bestowed to me

Pouring out my devoted heart to her

For hours I clutched her so tightly

As if no human nor death could cleave

 

She oppressed me as if in a spell

Watching her yield to the conqueror death

My blood ran cold within my frame

Sickened with the long morbid bitter hours

 

How I longed for her decease

Her fragile spirit barely clinging

Groaning in anguish at her sight

Oh I would of soothed her if I could

 

Maddening with rage shrieking hoarsely

I demanded the shadows dwelling

My mental disease grew upon me

Intoxicated like alcohol it worsened

Possessed with a fury more than a demon

Bitterness welled up in absolute hatred

Inflamed with vengeance for the shadow

The sole cause of my relentless misery

 

Night on black throne reigns the vale…

 

 

5. Unbroken Unquiet Silence

 

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6. Heaven's Vow Unto Ella

 

One Drowsy serene autumn eve

Sky tinted in golden red dusk

Slumbering heavy light

That weighed pon her eyelids

Beneath willows and cypress

On dead cold bristling leaves

Her coffin opening in embrace

She bid me by her side

A wish to harbor evermore

 

Ella

“Like an ephemeron flower am I

My days strung on a thread

My heart strings cruelly snapped

By implacable Death

To vanish forever

Into the dark pall mortal cloud

Take my vow I give to thee

Shall I than rest in peace

 

I shall reveal to thee

My terrors of the grave

I fear the transfer of love

That binds us now so tightly

To some outer mundane maiden

A daughter of the harlot Eve

Don’t unravel most holy bonds

Of my love to thee, swear to me

 

Than shalt I fall asleep

In the bosom of the vale

Quietly and comfortably

Nether in my coffin bed

My decaying lifeless body

Shall release its atoms

Nurturing the valley

There forever shall I live on

 

Take heed of this solemn vow

I pray don’t prove me recreant

An invoked curse would befall thee

Vengeance of great dreaded horror”

 

I fell to the ground prostrate on bended knees

I held her fragile pale alabaster hands

Bedewed with my passionately burning tears

 

Kissing, adoring them and holding them to my heart

May hell and all its devils unleash at my soul

If ever infidelity insults thee

To besot another daughter of Earth’s denizen

Never would I darest be base enough!

 

I seal thy pious vow, thou hast my word

With the valley’s Shekhina as my witness

 

“Take this ring, put it upon thy finger

Over thee my spirit shall watch

Though departed by Azrael from thee

My ring shall shine bright and strong

With gleaming crystalline light

Beaming from my luminous eyes

To trust and lead thus aright

If benighted in hopeless sorrow

 

A child grows in me

The fruit of what is thy and mines

The testimony of our love

Hastily bring me to bed

This creature that grows in my womb

That kicks in wild desire

For life she writhes most convulsive

As mine is fleeing away”

 

With these last words upon her lips I took the ring

She held me dearly tight and her lustrous eyes closed

 

Sorrow and grief crushed me to dust

For what am I without her

A mere sheep lost from the flock

An abandoned infant

Groping on the street corner

Always resigning myself to her

Guided by her supremacy

A benighted child on love

 

She did not forget her vow

Her presence I felt ubiquitous

In the scrutiny of stars

Soft sighs blowing in the wind

Her murmurs in the nights sky

Filling the evening fragrant air

With censers of her perfume

Her spiritual kisses whilst asleep

 

She breathed her last

Her child a daughter lived

 

7. Born from a Womb of Macabre

 

Years passed and the child grew in such a strange stature

Almost in perfect resemblance of her departed

I loved her fervently more than I believed possible

She was possessed with the most dazzling rarest beauty

A divine creature with a physiognomy of an angel

Painted with the virginal innocence of Love and Grace

 

Her large luminous gazelle eyes

With a seraphim brightness

Orbs with a hue of the pale moon

Beaming coldly in the night sky

 

Peering into the vast profound depths of those divine orbs

Sleepless nights have I pondered to fathom its expressions!

In vain I struggled to grasp the sentiments it aroused

Like Arcturus and I the passionest of astrologers

Infinite meaning that start the heart of the lonely poet

That wreak such havoc in me and defy the creed of love

 

Her eyes tinged with sadness

Loveliness inducing sorrow

Grief that merely heightens her beauty

A doleful air that brims with tears

That prostrates even the dauntless

A cherished Michelangelo portrait

The lovely ‘Suffering Virgins’

Resembling her melancholy dead

 

My pure affection overshadowed

With swept clouds of gloom and horror

Alas how she rakes up from the grave!

My beloved buried dead of Ella

What fiend urges me to disturb her peace?

Day and night cypress trees droop over me

Just darkness of Ella’s death in my view

Searing pain I could no longer hide

 

She was born from a Womb of Macabre

 

8. The Invoked Curse

 

I longed to fill the void within my heart

To the love before filled to overflow

The searing pain of my entombed Ella

Memories through our daughter Angela

I left the recesses of the vale

Forever to the outside world

To kill the worm that eats on my despair

In the vices of man’s evil cities

 

I have been led astray from the pure hearted love of Ella

To the impure air I breathed contaminating my heart

Where evil vice rejoices of its triumphs over virtue

I have fallen into its inescapable hidden trap

A haven of all malicious vice and debauchery

Surrendering as a slave into its corrupted power

The city bewildered and intoxicated my brain

Ella and the Valley blotted out from my recollection

 

Combustible desires never being satisfied

The more I fall in raging lust the more it stokes up in me

My senses filled with a fervor, an ecstasy of delights

Indescribable sensations of beauty that unman me

Tormented with sensual carnal ardent appetites

Bedding a multitude of perfidious wanton women

Ignoble temptations gratifying my stormy senses

She devils entangling me into their webs of pleasure

Midst the delirium of intoxicated fervor

There I have been acquainted with my seductress Hilda

She drew me on my knees by impulse with her infernal arts

She pierced my heart enthralled with passion with her divine powers

 

I awoke from profound slumber like that after death

From heaven above a spiritual voice of beauty and woe

To whom I cruelly forsaken the one that always loved me

Blew in gusty moans cold as icy Northern winds to my ears

 

“Dirty cunt fucker is this the way you regard my vow

Miserable unfeeling wretch my heart you cruelly dispose

You gave me your word and heart you would never deceive me

Robbed me of my honor blackguard with hateful rivals

Of perfidious creatures defiling my womanly graces

With moralities of inflaming vice of debaucheries

Every lavished moment spent with her mistress Hilda

Pangs of thrusted daggers shafting into my heart

 

The most holy bonds of the nature of love unraveled

I will use the torch of love to exact my vengeance

It would mean shedding blood to those of your precious passions

Mark my words my modified passions will be terrible”

 

 

9. Vengeance of Ella's Wrath

 

On a crisp dull grey autumn day

Where clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens

There stood the melancholy castle

In the most remote portions of Northern France

Where it suffered utter abandonment

By seclusion from its unsocial regions

This is where we where driven

Me and my successor Hilda

Of the unforgotten Ella

Where we wed in the candled chamber altar

That lay in one of the highest castle turrets

Near the brazen bells of the belfry

 

After the nightmares that racked my soul

That resounded coldly to my ears

Shaking it of in vain from my spirit

A veil of sinking gloom hung over

With an affinity of its own

Pervading all the castle’s landscape

A vapor not that of earths air

But deep stern sorrowful atmosphere

 

Beyond the altar chamber there pursued

The ever accursed bridal chamber

That lay beneath the belfry apartment

Where we passed the hours of our marriage

 

Upon the vast walls and to the floor

Hung draperies of the thickest of black

Restlessly rustling like grotesque ghostly forms

From currents of wind blowing behind

An immense window singly tainted

With an appalling darkly blood color

That the rays of the moon streaming through it

Lit the room in a ghastly luster

 

A boding evil lurked in this chamber

It was all around stifling the air

In the goblets and wine we drank

Upon the ebony bed and sable curtains

 

Candle flames that illumined the room

In motionless long slender pallid lights

Which its lustre cast creeping shadows

Following the runic ‘La Danse Macabre’

 

Glancing into the cracked ebon mirror

Influenced by the rooms monstrosities

Forms lusters of most extreme terror

A diseased distorted deadly frame

 

The castles black pestilence

Grew upon me driving me mad

I began to loathe my wife Hilda

With a hatred not of a man but a demon

 

For stealing me away from Ella

I cursed all the earth elements

I longed in ardor to restore her

To the pathway she has abandoned

 

This malady that buried me in darkness

Made me shun even my daughter

My dearly loved sweet child Angela!

Whom sweated Ella profusely

 

The castle of gloom seized solely not I

Oppressing Hilda with its malady

She was a bounden slave to its terrors

She succumbed gradually wasting away

 

Her cadaverous complexion awed me

The ghastly pallor of her skin

Lips shrunken with a deathlike curve

Her hair unheeded and disheveled

 

Never was sorrow more expressive!

I pitied her state of suffering

Bitterly did I attempt to cheer her

Proved me fruitless against the black scourge

 

She spoke of abnormal motions

Sounds, shadows, and footsteps midst the chamber

Specially of an angelic shadow

Faintly floating midst the dark chamber

 

An affrighted female shriek pierced my ears

Rang and echoed throughout the castle

From the bridal chamber thither I rushed

Headlong I plunged into the horror

 

Alas the horror beheld before me!

My hand falters to inscribe the details

Satanic serpents lend me thy fangs

To use its glistening venom as my ink

 

Angela bore a dagger dripping blood

Over the death bed where laid the corpse

Of Hilda brutally struck six times

Bloody wounds spilling pon the velvet covers

 

Angela with feeble steps advanced to me

She gazed up to me with her glassy eyes

Coldly responding ‘I am here father’

Thus drew the dagger into her heart

 

Merciless god I cursed!

I flung myself on her bleeding corpse

Attempting to revive her soul

My lips on hers pumping her bosom

‘Did you deserve to die in such youth?

I would of gave my life to hers if I could

Once again my hands must dig the grave’

Alas my efforts where all in vain

 

What fell from her delicate hands

Paralyzed my brain to stone

A tumult of disorders rushed my thoughts

It was the long lost ring of Ella!

 

A heap of sorrows crushed me

The blood ceased to course in my veins

Racked with a thousand more cuts

Of poisonous arrows raining from heaven

 

The sky a funeral pall curtain

Mother natures mourning dress

Blankets the castle of gloom

With stifling air of desolation

Lightning lights the sky and furrows the clouds

Shaking with the crashing sounds of thunder

The belfry bells rang their funeral dirges

Amplifying the scene of utter horror

 

My tears of blood fall so bitterly

Thorns of remorse grow even sharper

Neither my new pleasure nor Hilda

Where I languished in her arms in regret

Can replace thou my dearest love Ella

Never was a soul refined like thee

With so much favor harbored

In the bosom of thy embrace

 

I wish to revive thy wounds caused by my wrongs

My blood must be spilled with Angela’s

See my repent thou wilst be avenged!

Thrice I drove the dagger into my body

The blood spurted from my entrails

And coursed over Angela’s bloody corpse

 

Gathering my remaining strength

I pressed her cheek with a final kiss

Clasped her to me in one hand

And the other the ring which brightly shined

With an unbreakable strength

Of the stinging darts of Cupid

 

Death’s Shadow spread over me

Twisted features of love and despair

 

The vice of mans’ evil cities

Cast me into an abyss of hell

My peace hast finally been found

In the darkness of the grave

Denied to me in my earths life

At last Ella’s vengeance slaked

Reunited to her bosom

Eternally in a better world

 

10. Closing of the Funeral Pall Curtain

 

[Instrumental]

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright: Arthas

Band-Infernal Scourge