1. Intro

оригинал: Elliot Goldenthal

2. Decline Of Worlds

The last night is coming
Come into being of immortals
And sing the song of eternity
Wake the mortals up – it's time

Prostate yourselves – dead fools
Decaying carrions by life
Soak your hatred in
Rub leavings of day from eyes off

It's time – bell of Apocalipse has run
Songs of immortals soaks fear in
Bewitched words, the dead's speech
Whisper of demented, enslaved souls

Disentered, ill prayers
Slept in crypt of time
Regenerate in destruction
Let the world hum the song

3. The Rule

"Look at the castle full of crime
It's walls streaming blood
As if a demon lived here"
Time is paying your debt off in the face of the world
Has alpeady finished
Look around, you are alone
But there are spors of blood still on your hands
A dirty soul is soaked of crime
And it's still in your body
You feel inside you aren't alone
It's demon who leads you
He makes you hate yourself
Your face covered deep wounds
Is looking with disdain from a mirror
Black man in black dream with black redections
Life is a place that dream
You used to be obedient to that faith
But now this is hate to yourself and God
You struggle and destroy the crosses
But this everything is out of control
You have to wait when the anathema fills in complete
The visions of perish Christ at the cross
Makes you successful
Fallen God, fallen the world, only despair remains
Your crimes are waiting on the glory
Wake up though dead in the other world

4. Millenium

Time is cruel, it goes by slowly
We are dying slowly in the sweet inactivity
Unworthy of death's attention
The only real utterness
Rubbing against the aspects of life
Leaving deathlike smell of millenium behind
On skeletons of empty existence

Pious crowd of twelve trumps
Unsated of blood
Deceived of prophet's lies
Faithing vainly against time
Executes neverending insane deeds
To regain lost hours
Soaked in blood of time
To glory of dead force

Trailers of unstraight thoughts
Leave for their immemoreal hunts
Go through the dreams
Don't know the limits of time
Millenium like warriors
Tread across the universe
Leaving persistent trace of passage
And announcing arrival

5. Necrosis Of The Ego

I hate the world and ordinaries
I burn my boats
I cut myself off feelings
I hold them and he in an abhorrence
I want to present all the people
With true natural pain
To deepest everything into depression
Fear is natural and a nice feeling
Throughout the magnitude
I see an imagination in my eyes
I am an imagination of the ill, paralysed mind
Sometime everyone will give up
But it will be too late
And the end is the worst
Because all-powerfuls look at your convulsions
I knew too early the first step is behind me
The ordinaries turns into the irrational nightmares
Which live inside me
I deliver my hatred for the world

6. Uncrown

Lots of people
Kneeling down on their knees
A head of their funny god
They have believed in
Happiness after life
But they have got only
Death and pain

You promised them paradise
You promise neverending life
But you left them despise
And only blood

Who allowed you to take away the life
Who allowed you to conduct a chaos
Who allowed you to call you god

Your end is near
You will be thrown down to the hell
Rememberance of you
Won't be kept in nation's memory
Destroying power of nothing
He has just come back
Your end is near
There will be no forced faith
There will be no quiet people

7. Black Mask Of Death

Black, burnt earth
Pants for blood like a thirsting
To give a fruit of a murder
And regain the lost dream

Dead warriors
Union with the fate
To renegate
To immemorial fight

And black angel
Has come with his procession
He looks at the gallows
Feeds his eyes with the death

Gallentry of the black multitude
Steped in burnt earth
Dead hands of demons
Swaying soaked weapon

My name is legion
Because there are many of us
Icy tentacles of death
Feed with dead ones

8. The Burial Ground Of God

Join a funeral
Let's take an importance and dignity of the moment
There is a darkness sarcophagus in front of us
And inside there is a corpse of dead god
Who buried forever with his dead, lying rules
The prayers come to us from below
But he, as a god has never heard them
But the time has come for him, too like for every god of all times
The greatest the most powerfull
And just has come to the throne
He looks proudly at his kingdom
And the burial – ground of gods
Where the funeral with the sarcophagus
Treads disspasionately
The most powerful's name
Sound sin the chaos
But among the great
Ancient graves
There is also his
Every god dies
The believers make him die
His dead star emits light
Over the powerful burial – grounds of gods
Buried religions and cultures
Forgotten rules of the universe
Who come back to their primary ruler
Nobody has the courage to open graves!
There is no way to foresee
A buried disaster for million years

9. Wings Of Night

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10. The Shadows Of Acheron

Destroy the whole evil in pupils
Of the madness of that world
Let the felicity of the hatred
Embrace people's wounded souls
Cod into the depth of the darkness
And come with your mind
To the place hat the eye sight does not reach
Smell fetoring and soaking with the hatred
The abyss of the eternal condemnation
Gather the power of those
Who died before the origin of mankind
And call the ruler of the nonenity of the earth
Which will crivive from the capital of the empire
Of the darkness
From dark city of Acheron
What still sounds in evil legends
To touch the world by his power
And like the wind of death
Fill the death lungs
XANTOTUL
This world sounds like
South of death bird at midnight
So not utterit
Because the life will scater like a dream
And nightmares will come into power come true
And will be fed with their blood

11. Anger

Alive – I was a pestilence
Dying – I will be your death
You feel like walls are breathing
And I touch you with my dead palm
Scenting a panic in your head
And no-disturbing stolid pain

Isn't taking one's own life like a game ruling existence?
Being a sickness of reigning chaos
Soaking utterly a life in
Aren't you the one, who wants to resist me?

Torment of faintness terrifies
But the last word belongs to me
Writhe as a snake!
Fear will be reduced to ashes
Being alone you will feel
A depth of abyss, darkness and anger

In the dead eyes the fear has stayed
Dead eyes see the future
Share the mostery of nonenity to me, dead man
Take your torturer away
To the abyss of eternal darkness
Alive – I was a pestilence
Dying – I have sentenced all...