Heurodis:
Oh Lord hold me in your arms
The sunlight dies
And my torn skin’s bleeding
Gather your knights
For the cold hand of destiny brought
Black omens of (impending) doom
Narrating Voice:
“Admiring enchanted the beauties of May
The Queen and her Maidens,
They went out to play
And sat by the orchard,
Surrounded by flowers of gold and birdsong”
Heurodis:
I fell asleep by a fair grafted tree
And the weaver of dreams kissed my brow
Narrating Voice:
“Gentle damsels, dared not to set free
Sweet Heurodis from that strange reverie
So there she laid covered by the shade
Of the tree – as the light slowly dimmed”
The Maidens:
Then she woke up and cried
Her pain, oh, so great!
Pale cheeks were furrowed
By streamlets of blood
Orfeo:
My life, my love, what have they done to you?
Narrating Voice:
Valiant King, ruler over this land
Fate’s dice was cast, and the time’s close at hand
A moment in time when your crown shines no more
Hush now and listen!
Heurodis:
I had been not long asleep under the grafted tree
When two fair knights appeared and said to me
“We will take you to the place where the Fairy King dwells!”
Oh I dared not, nor I did want to go
So they spurred back and I was left alone
But in the blink of an eye they anew came to me
One hundred came forth
Their steeds white as snow
And damsels, and Lords
The Faery King’s court
Oh love, my love!
In trance I gazed at them!
And at the King’s command
Upon a palfrey by his side
They carried me on a magical ride
He showed me the treasures he owned
A crown of mysterious stone
His palace, and towers that rose
Like jeweled fingers of gold
Than rivers, and forests we crossed
And woods, and walls covered with moss
And then at the end of the day
He brought back me here, dazed but safe
“Beware of my message” he warned me
“Tomorrow when noon strikes, here I’ll come for thee
Do not care to challenge my powers so strong
Or else I shall crush you, apart your limbs shall be torn!”
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