1. Devil's Rebirth

(intro)

2. The False Faith

Damned for thousand years
Now they have the power
Make their wars
Full of human's blood
They only want the redemption
Of the belief in Jesus Christ

I'm rising from the ashes
My wings are made of flames
Led to the fight
With the freedom of demons
There are still more of 'em
Who want to destroy the church
To torture the priest
To burn his temple

Damned faith
In Jesus Christ
Made of blood
And human flesh

Damned faith
In his world of beauty
Is fading forever
Bible is covered in dust

Damned for thousand years
The false faith
Will loose all its rights
When it's king is dead
We'll dishonour their symbol
The CORPSE AND The CROSS

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3. Time For Death

In a desperate dismay
I give away the pain
To fanatic bastards
Destroying defenceless
I give away bloody deadly punches
I break the psyche
I put out wicked soul

Revenge begins
Burning in my chest
It's time for death
End of church

Strong pressure controls my mind
My blood is boiling
I start to butcher that swine with dismay
Cold edge penetrates his ribs
Temperature's still falling down

Life of a priest puts out
Light of freedom clears
The rats devour the body
Odour shrilly stinks

This is the redemption
Of a treacherous thief
Of souls of human wrecks
End of inquisition

перевод: "Время умирать" (Rotting Christ) »

4. Waiting For The Death

I feel strange little space
Gloomy darkness, chill and dump
My body makes no move
The preception's getting weak
The feelings are getting paralysed
The blood is getting curdled

Absolute silence
Absolute darkness
I'm dying here for 666 day
Rotten wooden pieces
Are falling down
To my dead body

I see the tomb with my name
I don't have any fleshy clothes
I know my soul
Lives in another dimension
I watch the happenings on a terrible cemetery
On this enclosed piece of ground
I see the occasional groups
Of living mourning people

I'll be waiting for the time
When someone's heart
Will suffer for the pain
The memories will get back

I'm dying
These are the last minutes
Of my living

Worms are devouring my past
And my soul's waiting
For roots of the flowers
Which could satisfy my sleep
And which could destroy nasty
Wooden box
To which I've been thrown off

It's a sign of eternal oblivion
My soul has no place in people's hearts
I do not see anyone standing at my memorial
There are no traces left after the tears and sorrow
I'm here alone
My soul still exists

Then, at the rain
Under the gloomy sky
I will contently end up
My being........

перевод: "Ожидание смерти" (Rotting Christ) »

5. Love

When you sit on an old wooden bench
Devoured by vermin in a moldy temple
Home of Jesus, listening to his words
And giving him your love till the end
Of your life

Take a stake, pierce his heart
Nail him to the floor of his temple
Stand above him, baptise him with the liquid
From your bladder
And show him what the real love is

Tell yourself: enough!
Stop kneeling down
Take a stake, pierce his heart
And show him what the real love is

You'll sell out everything
To a cruel parasite – he's your love
He's stollen everything, your life, your money
and your common sense – it's his love

Love is blood
It's the decay
Mold of thoughts
False words
Love is murder
Redemption from sin
The attack against Christian evil

He deserves it!

перевод: "Любовь" (Rotting Christ) »

6. Requiem To The Cursed Lust

(инструментал)

7. The Art Of Blasphemy

He sells his own lies
He rose from death of his master
He makes us live the way
He wants us to live
The art of blasphemy
Natural way of my life

He does not have the right
To lead my life
Under the mask of Christ
To abuse the truth

The art of blasphemy
Born in my mind
The art of blasphemy
Is the expression for my own ego

He opens the door of his temple
Suffering in disguise of good
Bow down before his holiness
And you will forever loose your pride

The art of blasphemy
Celebration of freedom and human rights
The art of blasphemy
The crucified gets the last blow

перевод: "Искусство богохульства" (Rotting Christ) »

8. Taste Of Dead Meat

I've become a victim of the night
And walk in the emptiness
Suddenly I smell corpselike odour
My body gets the command to go

I'am opening unknown body shell
Beautiful scent of blood and meat surround me
I am pulling out the content of the body
And pushing it down my throat
Though I'm throwing up at the same time
I keep pulling out and devouring

Odour's getting stronger
I'm approaching an unknown victim
I see dead piece of meat, soulless and motionless
I feel warm saliva flowing from my mouth

I love the taste of the dead meat
Blood clots are passing down my throat
Everything around is red
I notice the clothes of the corpse

It's long black gown I'm a cannibal
My face reveals gentle smile
Now I've discovered the taste
Of the best dead meat

перевод: "Вкус мёртвого мяса" (Rotting Christ) »

9. Gate Of Eternity

Crowd of weeping people
Your life's gone
Your last journey
Ends in kingdom of death

You open the gate of eternity
Your body putrifies in depths
You open the gate of eternity
Prepared to devote your fate to god forever

You hear the cries and perceive a prayer
Crucifix in your hands gives you the hope
To redeem yourself from the world of sins
To eternal journey to your god

You see him lying under the rotten cross
Jesus is god and god is dust
Things they taught you and the things you liked
Were always cold, spreading fear

You suffer without him being near
You are dying without him saying something
Your soul is perished
It's never been alive

перевод: "Врата вечности" (Rotting Christ) »

10. The Eyes Of The Beast

You imagine what can happen
What can shorten your life in a second
Hand, knife, rope of a madman
Can lie low on every piece
Of the journey through darkness

In depth of night you feel the look of mad eyes
Steps and looks of furious beast
You force yourself to forget the thought
Of wandering the world of shadows

The eyes of the beast watch your suffering
Hands of a madmen destroys what still breathes
The eye of the beast dark and cold
Search for another innocent victim

Can you imagine pain and suffering?
Stab of a knife in the living body
Death is just a part of our lives
But you are afraid to see its temple

That look belongs to you and to your body
Your sacrifice will be as big as your pain
Caused by the edge of steel
You'll experience if reality really equals imagination

It's chosen the right to control human life
It took more than it ever gave
It's time to give it what it deserves
It has only hope, quick death

перевод: "Глаза зверя" (Rotting Christ) »