jueves, 6 de noviembre de 2025

LÜTZEN! THE MUSICAL - 6. THE FINALE + IN MEMORIAM

 So, at last we're here. The Big Day. The Finale...

This filk is based upon a song by a band called Sound Horizon, which specializes in historical fantasy "popera." They've got this wonderful climax song, "Shiseru Eiyuutachi no Tatakai" ("The Battle of Mortal Heroes"), of which a redoubtable Hetalia 7YW (mainly Austro-Prussian) filk was made. But no Lützen filk, even though I love to imagine Gustavus Adolphus and Wallenstein to that music. 
The filk contains gratuitous German and Swedish, marked with different fonts and translated.
The parts in italics are sung, and everything else is spoken.


Die Schlacht von sterblichen Helden
(The Battle of Mortal Heroes)

Landkreis Weißenfels, Kurfürstentum Sachsen
Früh-November 1632
(Weissenfels Rural District, Electorate of Saxony
Early November 1632)

(The eve of battle, at Schloss Weissenfels. The last farewell.)
QUEEN MARY ELEANOR:
The black-eyed deathbringer who reaches for the stars...
You can't fight against him!
GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
For which reason? Eleanor...
MARY ELEANOR:
For nights I have dreamt of this engagement. You have got no chance of returning alive!
To die like a hero and be remembered... Is that what you're fighting for?
GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
Pardon me, Eleanor, but my duty is to go.
Those who deserve death are awaiting me.
MARY ELEANOR:
Please don't go away! Please! You may know that your enemy...
GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
My dear!
MARY ELEANOR (desperate): Gustav... Gustavus!!!

(The battle proper begins the next day on the plains of Lützen)

WALLENSTEIN:
Follow Albrecht von Wallenstein, Duke of Friedland!!!

Legendens krönika fortlöper lika snabbt som blinkningar med ögonen.
(The chronicles of legend are as rapid as the blinking of an eye)

SWEDES: If this fog keeps on for the whole day, we'll be in trouble!
GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
Even if these cowards form in tercios like at Breitenfeld, don't be overconfident!
STÅLHANDSKE:
If we're lucky, they will use tercios once more.
Now that Tilly is dead, the Kaiser's folk don't stand a chance!
AIDE-DE-CAMP:
Your Grace! The leader of the Imperial host seems to be stark raving mad!

WALLENSTEIN:
Pappenheim! Hope you get here as soon as possible... Terzky! Piccolomini! You will start attacking until Count Pappenheim arrives. Today Sweden will fall!

GOTT MIT UNS!
(GOD WITH US!)

Scarlet waves are clashing against lilywhite shores,
for dying, for dying, for slaying today...
Now they have ceased to breathe and won't speak anymore,
yet they will soon be noticed by history as well.
Their most humble hopes (their hopes), faint glimmers of light (for the future),
won't be spared by chance (destiny)...
There is no mercy at all!

They have changed completely throughout the fray,
and those who will this eve kiss their lips
won't be loved ones with hearts full of cheer,
but ravens thirsty for blood!

Schwert des Urteils, Wallenstein, er hat keine Angst vorm sterben!
Der einsame Wallenstein führt die Schweden ins Verderben!
(Sword of Judgement, Wallenstein, he is not afraid of dying!
Lonely Wallenstein leads the Swedes towards their downfall!)

GOTTFRIED ZU PAPPENHEIM (on his way from Halle to Lützen, galloping forth at the head of his cavalry):
It's been a long time since I last saw Halle!
I bet the townsfolk had forgotten me!
But you may know who stormed Magdeburg to dread my name throughout Saxony!
Here I come!
Jesus and Mary!

(Wallenstein has the village of Lützen burned to the ground, as the fog returns. Both armies are fighting even fiercer than before)

HOFKIRCHEN:
Your Majesty!
They're burning Lützen to the ground!
GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS: What?
HOFKIRCHEN:
The Duke of Friedland's forces...
on his own command and decree!
GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
Curses! Let's hope for the tide of battle to turn...
HOFKIRCHEN:
Well, Wallenstein's right hand, the bold Count of Pappenheim, is riding hither at full speed!
We should strike ere the Pappenheimers arrive! This is our chance!

GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
Nils Brahe shall lead the center, storm the trenches!
(Yes, sir!)
Hofkirchen shall lead the left wing north of Lützen!
(Yes, sir!)
I myself will lead the right wing, like I have always done!
SWEDISH LEADERS:
We are all of the Midnight Sun!
To those who will survive now say "Auf Wiedersehen!"
You may think that Lady Fortune is cruel,
yet, even if she is, never fear her at all!
You may know that she does not always smile
to those who have never fought for life,
to those who have never fought for life!

WALLENSTEIN:
Thus we Austrians won't
be subjects ever more,
bereft of power, to our liege lord!
We'll fight the King of Sweden, and the Kaiser, and the Lord,
and even Lady Fortune, to claim back our fates!

Slutligen har två vidunders vägar korsats...
(At last, the paths of two legendary beasts have crossed...)

GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
Wallenstein... you are the scoundrel who defeated me at the Old Holdfast!
I am the King of Sweden, Gustavus Adolphus. And I am still your enemy!

WALLENSTEIN:
You thought you would win?

These times are glorious eras of struggle, melody that lasts forever...
As religions change, lives vanish like shooting stars, disappear as faint twinkles of light.
It's an era of legends, lore, and conviction, through which ran great mortal heroes...
Those who have been defeated, slain, crippled, wounded, have all been abandoned by destiny...

GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
Wallenstein!
Have you forgotten the pact we made last winter?
Why are you supporting the Kaiser's struggle?

Wallenstein!

WALLENSTEIN:
The Crown did nothing for me! If I were its ruler, the Realm would be in far better hands!
GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS:
Don't make me laugh!
Gott mit uns!

(Gustavus rides into the fog to his regiment's aid and gets lost among the Croats, he is shot in the left arm, then in the upper back.)

GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS (falling off his steed):
Eleanor!
CROATS (rifling him and riddling his chest with bullets):
Take that!
(The Croatian officer gives Gustavus the mercy shot in the nape of the neck).

(After the battle, in the church of Weissenfels)

MARY ELEANOR:
Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah 
Ah ah ah ah Ah ah aaaah ah...
Gustavus...
I couldn't...
SPIRIT OF GUSTAVUS:
Eleanor... my love!
MARY ELEANOR (desperate):
I will never let you leave me alone!!!
Wait for me!
Gustavus!!!

Vorhang zu...
(Down with the curtain...)

  To the memory of Gustavus Adolphus Karlsson of Vasa


*Nyköping, Sweden, 9th of December 1594 
 + Lützen, Saxony, 6th of November 1632

His spouse Mary Eleanor (next to the throne), their daughter Christina Augusta 
(in his arms), his right-hand man Chancellor Axel Oxenstierna (next to the throne),
 his courtiers and his people, his officers and soldiers, will always
 keep his memory alive, as long as Sweden and freedom exist.

Beloved ruler of nations and leader of armies,
consort, father, friend, and lover




We were lost when the dark descended 
and the light gathered into a storm 
You appeared like a sunlit morning 
at the winds of a world at war...

Inspired by thirst
for glory, on the field of battle quaffed
instead death's bitter draught.




The last word was missing in his epic song:
the word that crowns every achievement.
The mourners have done their duty, right or wrong:
they wrote it in blood and bereavement.



He left us when we (and he) expected it the least, 
in the prime of his life and at the climax of his career,
before he could be tarnished by the failing vigour of an older age
or by the corruption brought upon him by success. 
A single bullet, just like any other, 
suddenly struck his back and entered his noble chest, 
to quench a flame that never could or should have burned brighter.






With Christina and a board game of his conquests, 1632 in autumn, right before Lützen



Rida rida ranka! Letting Christina ride on his back, 
in happier days before the war



An acrylic painting of mine to commemorate the date

He left us when we (and he) expected it the least, 
in the prime of his life and at the climax of his career,
before he could be tarnished by the failing vigour of an older age
or by the corruption brought upon him by success. 
A single bullet, just like any other, 
suddenly struck his back and entered his noble chest, 
to quench a flame that never could or should have burned brighter.



Threnody for Gustavus Adolphus

Let the night never cease to call you 

Let the day nevermore be the same 

Though you've gone where we cannot find you 

in each heart you have set your name

Hero King, far you wander 

and long may your name be sung 

Through kingdoms of starlight 

and realms of the sun

Hero King, though you're hidden 

we're still guided by your light 

You're walking beside us 

a friend in the night

We were lost when the dark descended 

and the light gathered into a storm 

You appeared like a sunlit morning 

at the winds of a world at war

Hero King, far you wander 

and long may your name be sung 

Through kingdoms of starlight 

and realms of the sun

Hero King, though you're hidden 

we're still guided by your light

You're walking beside us 

a friend in the night

Hero King rising through the shadows 

like a star shining deep in its home 

You will dwell in our hearts forever 

Nevermore will we stand alone!!



miércoles, 5 de noviembre de 2025

LÚTZEN! THE MUSICAL - 5. WITHOUT YOU (MARY ELEANOR)

 Today is the eve of battle and this Rammstein filk I imagine being sung by Mary Eleanor, her mind still on that prophetic dream, after Gustavus Adolphus has left...

WITHOUT YOU

I'd like to go into the wood

where you last were ere you were gone for good

Yet the evening throws its purple cloak

upon the paths on th'edge of pine and oak

And the forest is so dark, it's o'er

oh i'm so sore

and no songbird sings evermore

**^^^^^^

Without you I can't exist, without you

with you I know what I missed, without you

without you I count the hours, without you

with you I feel like no powers within me, without you

*************

On the branches in the trenches

all is still, all is lifeless

and my breathing is so hard and sore

oh i'm so sore

and no songbird sings evermore

**^^^^^^

Without you I can't exist, without you

with you I know what I missed, without you

without you I count the hours, without you

with you I feel like no powers within me, without you

martes, 4 de noviembre de 2025

LÜTZEN! THE MUSICAL - 4. THE STRINGS OF POWER

 THE STRINGS OF POWER

(Die Fäden in der Hand)

sung by Albrecht von Wallenstein


Here in Friedland life is lively, bright, and grand;

see the wealth of the realm,

how it blesses all this land...

Our golden future puts all Friedland up in light;

preserving the status quo

is our duty and our right... 

So please think of this as the occasion

for a little more subordination...


Look at these gentlemen,

how devoted they're to me!

Yes they're always at my service,

I decide, they think they're free...

Even though lots of rage

and resentment overflow,

I hold the strings of power in my hand!!


Great unrest still haunts our hinterlands for sure,

they are restless, defiant...

ah, but oh so immature!

With quick action of these threats we'll soon be free,

all remains as it is

and so will it ever be...

We can't see the future that lies ahead,

therefore we must follow His Lordship's plans instead!


Should they boldly protest

and demand that they be free,

I just snap my fingers once, and

all their hearts belong to me!

Should they wildly protest,

all that fussing makes me cold!

I hold the strings of power in my hand!!


If I lift a fingertip, a favour is bestowed;

just a flick of the wrist, and another favour's owed...

Lean but slightly left to make the Liberals elated;

then flip right, et voilà! Tories feel intoxicated...

Make or break a promise, I don't care!

The one hanging on the line is left with nothing!


Let them shout, let them roar,

let them pounce to right and left,

when I wish them to be silent,

they're as if of life bereft!

Is our course clear at last?

Violence makes everyone bend,

I hold the strings of power in my hand...


'Tis an ancient noble art

to preserve one's influence

with a mind for consequence;

ne'er outdated...

One is never planless having power in their thrall,

nor thoughtlessly let them all

just be strangulated...


Who holds power every hour 

in hands thoughtful and discrete 

can pull anybody's strings just

as they please, control complete...

Rationality's key

in this art old as the land,

I hold the strings of power in my hand!


(Chorus of courtiers)

Come and sing, come and dance

as this courtly life demands!

If he says we should be laughing,

we are cheerful and we're grand!

Merrily we await,

we will do whate'er he tells...

He holds the strings of power in his hand!!


He is bright, he is strong,

he's always been a righteous man...

With charisma binds the people,

we're under his spell, he can...

What he says is the law,

he's seducer of the world,

he holds the strings of power in his hand!!

He holds the reins of power in his hand!!

He holds dominion in his hand!!

lunes, 3 de noviembre de 2025

LA ESTRELLA DE LA REGIÓN - Condado Down

 Esta es la versión MÁS FIEL al original que he adaptado.

Por Banbridge, en el Condado Down,

en julio, bajo el sol...

a una dulce joven la vi venir,

decir hola y sonreír.

Parecía ser dulce como la miel

desde el pelo hasta los pies...

Ella me hechizó, yo me estremecí,

no me pude mover de allí...

*****************

De Bantry Bay hasta Derry Quay,

desde Galway hasta Dublín,

nunca encontré una mujer así 

como la del Condado Down

********************

Cuando ella pasó, me rompió el corazón,

la mirada se iba detrás...

No me pude aguantar, pregunté a un peatón:

"¿quién es la del pelo marrón?"

Él me sonrió y me contestó:

"Esa es nuestra perfección

Ella es Rosie Mc Cann, de la orilla del Bann,

es la estrella de la región".

***************

De Bantry Bay hasta Derry Quay,

desde Galway hasta Dublín,

nunca encontré una mujer así 

como la del Condado Down

**************

Tenía suaves ojos color de miel

y la boca como una flor,

y su dulce voz no era nada atroz

cuando cantaba una canción.

Por la noche de San Juan, me dejaba sin hablar

y me partía el corazón

verla piruetear con otro galán

a la estrella de la región.

***************

De Bantry Bay hasta Derry Quay,

desde Galway hasta Dublín,

nunca encontré una mujer así 

como la del Condado Down

*****************+

Hoy empieza abril, será fiesta allí,

compraré un nuevo pantalón,

me lavaré con jabón, me pondré loción,

me sentaré a esperar a un rincón.

Ni un cigarro fumaré, ni una gota beberé

para que ella no piense mal

Cuando empiecen a tocar, me pondré a bailar,

y ella rápido a mí vendrá...

**************

De Bantry Bay hasta Derry Quay,

desde Galway hasta Dublín,

nunca encontré una mujer así 

como la del Condado Down

*************

De Bantry Bay hasta Derry Quay,

desde Galway hasta Dublín,

nunca encontré una mujer así 

como la del Condado Down

LÜTZEN - THE MUSICAL! 3 - The Foretelling

 3rd) KODOU-KIZUNA 30YW 

This filk is also a song meant to be sung as as Greek chorus of villagers, like the past one.

(KODOU)

When darkness and violence threaten the land, 

there is whispered a foretelling, 

that someone will come forth 

from the snows of the North 

to free all the oppressed

For a thousand times this prophecy rang

and developed in the telling,

though we wavered, we kept such a light of hope glow

to free us from our distress... // 

(KIZUNA)

From the streets of Leipzig to the Northern Sea, 

this autumn of 31 is for revelry! 

Hear the drinking song they sing, 

come and dance with us in ring, 

raise a tankard to Sweden and the Hero King 

Now that at Breitenfeld we're shown the light,

the future of freedom looks so definitely bright,

we know that he will succeed

that he'll show the way indeed,

show the way towards love and freedom,

towards our creed...//

domingo, 2 de noviembre de 2025

LÜTZEN - THE MUSICAL! 2-The War Still Goes On

 The War Still Goes On-Show Must Go On (Queen)

THIS SONG IS SUNG BY A GREEK CHORUS OF THE PEOPLE IN DESPAIR BEFORE THE 1630S

-- Dark tradition..

.to conform is law; 

the Inquisition... 

wounds they inflict still raw... 

On and on, 

does anybody want to take it anymore? 

Catholicism 

is mandatory now; 

forced conformism... 

who'll tell our story now? 

On and on, 

does anybody want to take it anymore? 

(CHORUS)

The war still goes on... 

The war still goes on...

Our homes and minds are breaking, 

the world we know still quaking from the war... 

that goes on...

***********

Whatever happens

there will be no escape,

another tyrant

breathing down our nape...

On and on,

does anybody want to take it anymore?

Guess we're learning

not to give a hoot,

we'll soon be turning 

to the sound of their flute...

On and on,

does anybody want to take it anymore?

(CHORUS)

The war still goes on... 

The war still goes on...

Our homes and minds are breaking, 

the world we know still quaking from the war... 

that goes on...

***********

Our souls are tainted and desire they could fly...

Fairytales of yesterday will show the reason why...

Should we die, my friends?

**************

(CHORUS)

The war still goes on... 

The war still goes on...

Take this in stride,

no suicide

we have to find the side on which to stand...

On with the war...

with the war...

The war still goes on!

sábado, 1 de noviembre de 2025

LÜTZEN - THE MUSICAL! Starts tomorrow...

  So I had a number of filks about Gustavus Adolphus and the 30YW and I thought, why not make this countdown of this year an opera/musical with brand new filk opera? (The bunny I had for 2020, but due to unforeseen circumstances, including the pandemic, I had delayed it until this year)

The songs will be:

2nd of Nov) The War Still Goes On-Show Must Go On -- Dark tradition...to conform is law; the Inquisition... wounds they inflict still raw... On and on, does anybody want to take it anymore? Catholicism is mandatory now; forced conformism... who'll tell our story now? On and on, does anybody want to take it anymore? The war still goes on... Our homes and minds are breaking, the world we know still quaking from the war... that goes on...

3rd) KODOU-KIZUNA 30YW When darkness and violence threaten the land, there is whispered a foretelling, that someone will come forth from the snows of the North to free all the oppressed // From the streets of Leipzig to the Northern Sea, this autumn of 31 is for revelry! Hear the drinking song they sing, come and dance with us in ring, raise a tankard to Sweden and the Hero King //

4th) The Strings of Power (also from the upcoming Lannister musical)-Die Fäden in der Hand Who holds power every hour in hands thoughtful and discrete can pull anybody's strings just as they please, control complete...

5th) Without You-Ohne dich Oh, I'm so sore... and no songbird sings evermore...

6th IN MEMORIAM) Shiseru Eiyuutachi no Tatakai (Dermark, on this blog)+Hero King-Mithrandir Through kingdoms of starlight and realms of the sun...