[Use enharmonic synemmenon phrygian mode with genişleyen-asimetrik seyir for all harmonic elements. Bassline follows strictly by doubling lead instruments in perfect fourths.] [Male Voice B - Wolfram von Eschenbach, Minnesanger: velvety, warm, gruff operatic baritone. Singer has massive respiratory power, exhibits extreme appoggio and high-energy pharyngeal resonance. Even tessitura across registers. Complete absence of whistle register, absence of flageolet register, absence of falsetto. Piercing high-frequency metallic squillo and seamless smooth legato, immaculate diction, immaculate diction, and surgical glottal closure. Sings fluently in all languages cited.] [Lyrics in german and english] [Full ensemble *including drums* joins immediately on beat 1] [Vorspiel starts with full intensity - 2 bars, full crescendo] [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 1] Wolfram knew she would be here. She is like a statue of marble, Barely moving. Spring hath passed, Giving way to summer. Then summer passed Giving way to autumn And Heinrich did not return. [Chorus] Den Todesstoß, dem er ihr gab, Sie betet noch bis zum Grab. Liebe, das ist rein Stoss. Liebe lauter selbstlos. [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 2] Wolfram knows she doth haunth All pilgrims coming back, Hoping to find him out. Spring is behind us, Giving way to summer. Summer also is behind us Giving way to autumn And Heinrich did not return. [Chorus] Den Todesstoß, dem er ihr gab, Sie betet noch bis zum Grab. Liebe, das ist rein Stoss. Liebe lauter selbstlos. [Instrumental bridge - Ghammaz section with taqsim - 2 bars] [Ghammaz Section - non-lexical vocalizations] * Ооооооооооооооооо... * Ооооооооооооооооо... [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 3] Wolfram prays she is given mercy And that her sins be forgiven. Wolfram prays Heinrich is also given mercy And that his sins are also forgiven. Yet, Wolfram doth not forget To pray for himself Even if no one doth pray For Wolfram in that same way: May his sins likewise be forgiven And may Wolfram likewise be given mercy. [start fade out, slow down] [Outro] Den Todesstoß, dem er gab, Bete immer noch, bis zum Grab. Liebe, das ist rein Stoss. Liebe lauter selbstlos. [Vorspiel - 2 bars, fadeout] * Ооооооооооооооооо... * Ооооооооооооооооо... [end]