Sweet Poison: Verba Blasphema | Ancient Latin Song of Unyielding Faith

Описание: Dive into the haunting beauty of "Verba Blasphema", an ancient Latin song that echoes with the elegant dissonance of an unwelcome conversation. This powerful piece tells the tale of a woman confronted by insidious whispers – "blasphemous words" that try to undermine her spirit and loyalty. As her husband is far away in distant Spain, the tempting voice suggests she shouldn't endure life alone, promising a world of material comfort and ease.

But the heart of "Verba Blasphema" lies in her extraordinary resilience. Despite the "sweet poison" of these deceitful promises, her unwavering faith stands as a formidable "wall, higher than the Alps," and her love shines bright as an "unfading star," refusing to be swayed by temptation or loneliness.

Join us in this profound exploration of temptation, unwavering loyalty, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. Perfect for fans of dark academia, classical vocal music, or anyone who appreciates profound lyrical storytelling and a narrative of triumph over adversity. Let the intricate layers of "Verba Blasphema" resonate with your own inner strength.


Lyrics

In aurem meam, verba blanda susurrat,
"Domina," dicit, "cur te fortuna frustrat?"
"Vir tuus procul est, in Hispaniae pulvere,"
"Femina sicut tu, non debet sola vivere."

O, verba blasphema, sicut venenum dulce!
Tentatis cor meum, in hac vita stulte.
Sed fides mea est murus, altior quam Alpes,
Et amor meus est stella, non res fallaces.

Promittit mihi lanam, et aurum, et gemmas,
Sed ego video tantum animam aegram.
Honor meus non est res venalis,
Sum uxor praefecti, non meretrix aequalis.

Tace, o vir...
Cor meum non est tuum.


Lyrics (English Translation)

He whispers flattering words into my ear,
"My lady," he says, "why has fortune abandoned you?"
"Your husband is far away, in the dust of Hispania,
A woman such as you should not live alone."

Oh, blasphemous words, like a sweet poison!
You foolishly tempt my heart in this life.
But my faith is a wall, higher than the Alps,
And my love is a star, not some fleeting deception.

He promises me wool, and gold, and gems,
But I see only a sickened soul.
My honor is not for sale,
I am a prefect's wife, not a common whore.

Be silent, man...
My heart is not yours.