Translation by Ialdabaoth.
- The Fairytale of Light and Darkness
- Inside this small Birdcage
- The Reason why she became a Witch
The Fairytale of Light and Darkness
And thus, only history remained…
“Wait!”
“You’re so slow, big brother”
“Big bro, wait for me-ow…. waaaaaah!”
“Ah, I’m sorry, did it hurt?”
“Hey! There’s something by the well!”
“Oh come on now…”
The Fairytale of Light and Dark
“Watch your feet there”
“Okay”
“Are you alright? You’re not scared?”
“No, but my heart is beating so fast. I never knew that the forest… that the world was this vast!”
“Well then, today I’ll show you a very beautiful place, let’s go!”
“Yeah!”
Looking up at the circular night sky, the night sky sways in blue
While cursing God’s name, I sing in the abyss…
In the blind dark, what he thought was light, was not,
he later came to know that that warmth was known as “affection”
His very first friend was a cute green-eyed girl, but they had to part
and not until the end did he realize the name of the pain he felt then was “love”
Like water is needed for a flower, there must be punishment for sins
And before long it’s time for good night, the seventh story now takes flight
Turning our backs at god―
Looking down into the dark ground, there are trails of a flickering crimson flame
Embraced in the eyes of mother, falling into the abyss…
―”A decayed village… It’s almost like a graveyard, ufufu…”
―”Elise, fairytales always begin from the grave”
How come there is noone in this village?
―That’s because they all died a long time ago
Then… How come all the villagers died a long time ago?
―That’s because they all died of the plague
Then… How come there is a mother and her son in that forest?
―That’s because a certain [Ido] called them there
Then… For what purpose does [Ido] call out to people?
―That’s because it’s his instinct
Ah, no matter desperately they dig them, there are not enough graves
“It’s an era of disaster”
Ah, it’s a mille-feuille of corpses, lumps of earth, corpses, lumps of earth, corpses and lumps of earth
“It’s an era of cruelty”
The purpose of existence is to live and multiply
“Kill them!” “Invade them!”, [Ido] sings
“Even if they multiply, once they are too many, they’ll kill the host in the end anyway… ufufu!”
“It’s much like the bond between man and earth. Anyway, let us continue the story…”
In a dim forest at dusk
“Are you sure it’s over here?”
“Like I’d know”
“This forest gives me the creeps!”
“Hey, isn’t that the rumoured witch from Thuringia’s kid?”
“Heh, we’re in luck!”
The boy walks on the moss wet from eveing dew
His stride is so light it’s saddening, and then…
Two voices with a vulgar ring to them call out,
stopping him in his tracks, however he does not yet know
of the worlds feigned good or societys spite,
for he was raised not experiencing either
“Hello there, son”
“Oh?”
“We came here to see the wise woman,”
“Would you perhaps be so kind as to guide us there?”
“Of course, I’d be glad to help. Let me show you the way to my mother”
“Thanks alot… heh heh”
While embracing his friend → bringing unwanted guests with him
→ he heads for his kind mother → and…
Looking out over―
“Mother, I have returned”
“Welcome ba… Who are these men!?”
“Thanks for leading us here!”
“Aaaaah!”
“Mär!!!”
“Here, you can have your “friend” too!”
“Even if I, Therese von Ludowing, were to fall I’m of the Landgraf lineage! I’ll see to it that the ugly likes of you never reign atop of a body ever again!”
“Uh-oh”
“Ah, hold it, hold it, hold it…! Let’s talk this over!”
“Don’t scream, you pathetic scum!”
“What’re you doing!?”
“I’ll put you out of…Aah!?”
“Stop troubling us will ya!”
Like a bird has its wings, there is a song in the night, ah
Sooner or later it’s good morning, and the rosegarden is dyed
Entrusting ourselves to god―
“In that beautifully dazzling time you are now laughing in…
Not resenting anyone, and not fearing death, let us meet there at all costs”
~The Fairytale of Light and Dark
“The seventh grave… let the revenge tragedy begin!”
Inside this small Bridcage
A squarely cut out sky, such was the world in my younger days
You, who descended to my window, gave me a smile as tender as moonlight…
März von Ludowing <-> Elizabeth von Wettin
Even though the two of them would never be bound together,
destiny ruthlessly introduced them to eachother…
Beneath the cold land, it was supposed to have been buried…
In the darkness of history, it was supposed to have been forgotten…
the being of shadow
I wanted friends, but I did not know what such things were…
At the end of a time of ignorance, it was to be exposed
on the back of a grey horse, it was made to shake
The weak being
[sounds of someone digging]
“Hurry up, Walter!”
“At your will”
“Go faster, Walter!”
“As you wish, hold on tight! Hiyah!”
What it was like to be in a bird cage, I did not know
Until I met you, I did not know the color of sadness or meaning of love
You were-
Ah, my beloved wings
about the vast world outside
ah, your gentle eyes taught me
“look at this”
“Hmm, what?”
“Pretty flowers”
“Ah, you’re right!”
“Here, let me put them on you”
“Oh, make it cute then”
“They look really good on you”
“Really? I’m happy you think that!”
“Come, let’s go over there!”
“Okay!”
In a thickly-grown, lush forest at night
beautiful flowers bloomed at our feet
And above us stardust lay scattered
The two of us laughed…
For every happy encounter, there is a day of parting
And it visits unexpectedly, a kiss in the setting sun…
“Mär, we’ve stayed in this forest too long, it’s time to…”
“Mother”
“What’s the matter?”
“Could I… could I please go and say goodbye to my friend at least?”
“I understand, if it’s for her I will make an exception. Hurry up and go”
“Okay, I’ll be back later!”
“I will be the last one to be burdened with darkness. You will go on into the light”
At least, I want you to take this girl with you in my place
“Mär, please… promise that you will come back for me!”
“Of course… I promise”
The wise woman of the forest is declared a witch and is burned at the stake-
after that, I come to know of his death.
What the cruely flowing of time brought,
ah, was gray seasons without you and
a marriage I did not wish for
Now, traces of our past projects on the water surface
Until my impulses die, my lust fills me to the brim, but
My ego knows that <I will never be able to love anyone but him>
Inside of this small birdcage, In this world were I have lost my wings (you)
Until the time I fall to the ground, I will flap my wings like the moonlight…
The weak and rejected ones, those who feel oppressed by the world
will you ridicule them, saying that what they have is nothing but a childish love where they lick each other’s wounds?
And before long, it rapidly begins → The revenge tragedy in the night →
The Seventh Horizon → The story will continue…
“Come, father is waiting for you”
The Reason why she became a Whitch
“Why!? Oh why… Why won’t you accept my child as the heir of the noble lineage?”
“We’ve already discussed this”
“Just because it’s an illegimate child… just because my child is impaired-”
“I’ve had enough, Anne Lise”
“Ah, I know… I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault for giving birth to such a child…”
“I said I’ve had enough!”
“Anne Lise, I understand precisely how you feel… Even so… I will never forgive you”
Mär, you who did not know light
could not understand the concept of vision
Mär, as you held onto my back
“Mommy, light is so warm” you said, and laughed innocently
Ah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… The one who gave birth to you,
was me, it was me, it was the sinful me
“Are you cold Mär?”
“Nope”
She was,
A mother but also a sister, a convict but also an atoner…
This is the unknown story of Therese von Ludowing…
Moving from forest to forest, my days of atonement
I gathehered herbs, and experimented with them
Even if I send my prayers to god, they won’t reach him
So I’ll embrace my sins, and not pray
I cannot bear just sitting around grieving,
so I will at least do everything in my power for that child
―Healing wounds, curing diseases,
even saving infants who were inclining towards winter at times,
the rumours of the wise woman living in the forest quickly spread all over the land,
and led her to an ironic fate….
That night, who came rushing in was a countess traveling concealed
In the moonless dark, she had faith in the light of hope
Her hair all dishelved, what had brought her here was a countess girl,
whom lay embraced in her arms, but she was no longer breathing
“This child isn’t dead yet! I can… I can tell!
she was so lively just the other day… I can’t believe this!
She will grow up to be beautiful, she’s my daughter after all!
The gentlemen from the empire won’t be able to keep their hands off her, how troublesome, ufufu…
But no, such things does not matter anymore… As long as she’ll live… as long as she’ll survive!”
“Please be strong…. Let us have faith in the wise woman!”
Entrusting me with that infant, she broke down crying…
If there are lives that are saved, there will be lives that are taken in return.
Would disrupting that karma really be a good thing….?
(Can you hear me over there…? Then you can trust me…
now, dig me up!)
Due to strange events, my son obtained the “light”, but
I’m no longer sure if that was really a fortunate thing for him…
“Mom…”
“They said she’s the witch of Thuringia, scary isn’t it big brother?”
“Yeah…”
“If you don’t behave… she’ll eat you!!”
My sweet, darling boy, who once was embraced by winter,
“live on to laugh in the sunrays of spring”, such was your mothers wish, but…
now my love is fruitless, and our brief sunlight
was taken away just for laughs
“To honour the lord we must show him our affection!
The heretics must be punsihed! Now my folks, watch as we bring the hammer of punishment upon the witch!”
Look! Yes, look at this comedy…
If this is how it’s going to be,
then I will turn into a real witch cursing the world…
―And thus, the [Seventh Comedy] will continue to repeat…..
