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After the Fruits of Ephemeral Pulchritude

This song is by Korova and appears on the album A Kiss in the Charnel Fields (1995).

Under der Krônen wâ Wintro ist Hêrre
Wart ich gewâfent gen Minne und Fêind
Staimbort und Suertu wâren mîn Frouwe
Der ich schênkte Bluomen von Bluat

Exhaustedly I leave the fields of winter
My sword is rusted for steel is the mirror of my soul
I she'd their blood on frozen statues from the glacial race
But now I shroud my horns in lethe
And nevermore they shall emblazon me

Unto the gardens of vigour and warmth
I trudge a long time, but far is my bourne
Where father's snow melts and spring flowers sprout
I sleep to wake up in my mother's arms
And I thaw

Clothe me with colours and feed me with glee
As my weapons corrode by the aestival kiss
My craving for glory and might I'll subdue
After the fruits of ephemeral pulchritude

Sweet and vinous the trees pour their wealth
And my youth and beauty return
Mid my sisters I cheerfully dance
As milk flows from my breast

I extol the female god before the altar of the sun
For her gift of peace and stainless pulchritude
Love me, just the loss of thoughts can grant me bright felicity
In mere illusions of her esoteric lies

Six hundred dreams have passed in the garden of thornless pleasures
I am summer's caughter and embellish paradise
But still my legions conquer for the throne of winter
And ice that swallowed all the world now besieges this reich

Ferocious hordes unsheathe and vanquish Eden
Without compassion they rape me for I'm weak and frail
Inferior I die as frost covers my body
But braced by hate I will return
To the vast of my gorgeous fatherland