*Брат Петр мучает забытую Маттиасом гитару и тихонько напевает на известный мотив малость перевранную песенку*

They call him The Cross Rose
but his name was Kresnik Knightroad
Why they call him it I do not know
Mabbe his name was Kresnik Nightlord

From the first day I saw him I knew he was the one
As he stared at skyes and smiled
For his hair was the colour of clouds
That flew down the river, all whithey and wind
When he knocked on the wall and entered the room
My trembling hands wanted his throat alone
He would be my best corpse, and with an ignorant voice
He said "What is this garbage making here on its own?"

They call him The Cross Rose
but his name was Kresnik Knightroad
Why they call him it I do not know
Mabbe his name was Kresnik Nightlord

On the second day I brought him a screamer...
He was more beautiful than any weapon I´d seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day I came with a weapon of choice
And said "Will you give me good fight or you'll sorrow?"
Kresnik choked a half, as he layed in the bath, and
Me said,"If i show you the place will you follow?"

They call him The Cross Rose
but his name was Kresnik Knightroad
Why they call him it I do not know
Mabbe his name was Kresnik Nightlord
(I don't care!)

On the third day we went to the river
I showed him the roses and we kissed pissed.
And the last thing he heard was a muttered word
As me stood smiling above him with a rock in my fist

On the last day I took him where the wild roses grow
As he lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed him goodbye, said "All kresniks must die"
And made control shooting with a rose between his teeth

They call him The Cross Rose
but his name was Kresnik Knightroad
Why they call him it I do not know
Mabbe his name was Kresnik Nightlord

Seth Nightlord
Пела)

Бессмертие вишни в компоте.

Небо над Розарием закрыто чем-то вроде сетки - в наступающих вечерних сумерках ее почти не видно. В кустах наблюдается подозрительная возня. Можно ощутить некоторые обычно не свойственные розарию ароматы - в основном это благовония и запах вкусной еды. Дорожки и трава служебного садика Инквизиции необычайно чисты и свежи... и везде расставлены таинственные небольшие коробочки.

Тыц! Положи на место. *коробочка еле слышно шуршит*

... и когда жених с невестой проходят к основной группе встречающих, все коробочки раскрываются. Из них вылетают мириады разноцветных бабочек, кружащихся над головами счастливой пары и гостей. Сверху на сетке загораются светлячки - и весь розарий усыпан бабочками и сиянием. Невеста прекрасна, как никогда ах-ах...

Ну... Поздравляю.