1. Water And Sand

The pole star leads our coffle
Among the sandy waves of Sahara
We languish of heat and tremble of cold
The last powers leave our bodies

The blue sky blackens our reason
And sand transforms into the water

Swimming on ship we observe the forthcoming of storm

The waves more stronger and stronger
But we steadily swim and swim forward
Gloomy clouds begin the tough storm
Our ship goes to vort

Growls of storm deaden our prayers
The rain flew like skin-scorching sand
The water has boiled begun into lava
And our ship swims to an unknown land

Centre of vortex sucks us inchmeal
We jump to the water, want to be saved
The waves enwrap to the black abyss
The spatters like the sand
We sink in the vortex of gale

2. Virus

The rise of beginning-innocent paganism
Subsequently it will be the tool of the power

Brooding the greatest insanity the faith has dropped off
And nowadays the every nation is ailing with it
There's not the account of humankind's deaths by inquisition and wars
This epidemic of men's souls haunt us and hit

Faith in devil is obscuration of mind
But what is any other faith?

The demons lie hidden in masks of the saints
The total destruction and submission of person
The faith is perverted by the charge of timewaves
What will be further?

The god is but there's not the honest faith in him
And the ideal is unachievable

3. Through Times

I come to a forgotten forgotten apple garden
That hasn't borne fruit for a long long time
I've found a proper place like Arden
For thoughts that torment my soul and grime

And lo! at once all that was dying
Has started turning into beautiful shadows
The apples are glittering with the golden splendour
And smell like nothing ever swallows

I am not alone in this garden
I see thousands of souls
United in one outburst
To attain indivisible bliss
Even principal writer-of-the-blessing is here

But gleamy darkness tears my vision to pieces
And golden juice pierces my eyes
I see nothing but rotting apples
Dry branches and grey skies......

4. Friction

I'm fish in the river
Which has two courses
One towards sea
Other to mountains

I reach to the sea
And toward mountains
To the side where all want to live
I am a fish but I'm not silent
I have some thoughts
But you don't hear me

You swim to the mountains
And beckon me
I cannot listen to this call
Because I'm free

I want the sea
I live of it
And I'm afraid of mountains
There's no salvation and return

5. By The Eyes Of The Blind

Open the eyes! you – the sighted men!
The indifference kills, makes you be heartless!
Now you think that you are all-powerful
But the power is baneful, it's like blindness

Who is better? who is worth? why are these frames?
Not richness but fairness reigns

At times the blind sees much better...
And inwardly is richer!

Don't hurry to judge! the every man has the right to select
The good of one and the evil for other
So, who is blind? your eyes are covered by the veil
Of herd characters and you are another

Арабский-слепей слепых кто в пути за миллионом слепых
Латынь-мы обманываемся видимостью правильного decipimur specie recti-десипимур спесие рэкти
Немецкий-внутри грязь, снаружи наряд-innen schmutz-инэн шмутц
Норвежский-тёмное утро может стать началом светлого дня. en mork morgen kan bli en lys dag-эн морк морген кан бли эн
лис даг

Open the eyes! you – the sighted men!
Who is wrong from us?

The time isn't treating the folly
But it gives you the chance!

6. Perfection

I left the darkness delving into dreams
I see the vapourish pictures around myself
Before my look there is ideal and eternal love
I follow it with hope to find

Descried me she smiles and goes toward
But I run away and fall into dock closing my face
Through the palms I see her before me
And the dream departs alienating slowly her from me

7. Моя Философия

Прах! Горит... Прах тех, кто себя не любит...
В призрачном тумане...
Крах! Рушатся надежды,
Правота доводит до абсурда,
На обломках вчерашней веры
Кто-то готовит новое блюдо.

Прах! Горит... Прах тех, кто себя не любит...
В призрачном тумане...
Под яркими картинами
Густая чернота,
Под свинцовыми плитами
Терзается чистая душа.

Тонкая грань между грязью и светом,
Но что-то внутри не молчит, а пылает,
Что-то зовет, когда все увядает,
То, что родилось, не умирает.

Нет сомнений, что тот, кто бродит
В лабиринте ужасной судьбы,
Больше найдет и нам подарит
Чем тот, кто стоит у грязной реки.

Я не гожусь вам в пророки и пророков вам не желаю,
История преподала уроки тем, кто надежду питает.
Тот все, что нужно найдет, хотя и не раз еще потеряет,
И когда тот час придет, он ни о чем не пожалеет.

Слушая сердце, слушая воздух, слушая небо, слушая землю...
Я не слышу гниющую воду.

8. The Last Second Of Dullards' Votaries

Burn in hell, sale labels
Take a mouthful of your own shit
You hasten the waiting of the most high's punishment
Let the pages of your book of death you bloody read!
I am the messiah and my Molotov makes your vile souls

Its useful for gift of the most high and from the heavens
Let the price be on your sale skin
You shall be mad in your own delirium
Releasing the rotten shittest sin

But you are not the devil or Jesus
Nor Jehova and no at las
You're not the man and not the animal
You're only phallus

Licking the faeces of your lords
You're approaching to the end of your fucking hordes
Collecting the crumbs from their charity!
You are the slaves of the stuffed

You're the worm of the poisoned lord
Which devours the all fair and bright let my holiest pray punish you
And burn the bridges for the way of the most high!

9. The Diary Of Fate

Embraced by gloom of hundreds of ages
The treasures of forgotten fates there lie
Their brilliance beckons me... why?
Black ruby and red diamond
Mountains of gold and countless riches
And diary in withered blood

Thumbing the pages one after one
I've decided to read the first chapter
But just my look has rushed to the lines –
It called up me the sights

The house – the dream is realized
Faithful wife and lovely kin
The riches are friends and careless life
My future waits for me...

The past life is behindhand
The long seekings of aeons's secrets
Any wishes under command
Now I'm the creator of my fate

All dreams were...
But now they are prosiness
The one in life has changed –
The dream became the disillusion

The past life is behindhand
The long seekings of aeons's secrets
Any wishes under command
Now I'm the creator of my fate

My soul is fulfilled with excruciations
There's no future and reality
The life has left my heart
I return to the steps of my fatality

Come round I look into the evil's brood
I will tear it apart and give myself to the fate!

10. Entrails Fucking

оригинал: Cadaveric Stench