Der Holle Rache

 

So, after nearly a decade of being online, here at last is a performance by Yours Truly. This video was taken by my boyfriend yesterday at his Halloween party.  

                     Translation:

                      Hell's vengeance boils within my heart.

                     Death and despair flame around me.

                     If through you, Sarastro does not feel the pain of death                 

                    You shall be my daughter no more.

                     Disowned be forever,

                     Forsaken be forever,

                     Destroyed be forever,

                     By all bonds of Nature,

                     If through you Sarastro does not become pale.

                     Hear, gods of revenge! Hear a mother's oath!

Ba'al

  He’d heard them calling on him all day. He’d heard them lashing themselves and leaping on the stones of the altar. The sacrifice was attracting daring flies, and the people were getting bored.

He turned over in bed. If that...woman had been more efficient, there wouldn’t be this problem. But she couldn’t get one measly prophet. The same prophet who’d called down a drought for three years. And was now taunting the priests for their inability to call down fire from Heaven.

“Let them yell all they want,” he said to himself, “I’ve had it with that bunch.”