1. She Dies

The cold wind blew into my life, my adored.
A bleeding heart we share, now on Azrael's wings.

I fall like autumn rain...
You are my everything.

This lovelorn kiss of death in lugubrious silence
Dawn breaks open like a wound... and the dreadful sun
Two souls entwined together,
Still so alone.

Both you and I are shattered
And frozen in stone.

You begged for air from within this cold tomb with pain sharp as a knife
I now lie resting like a child on thy womb, gave back a part of my life.

For a while it had disappeared, but nothing was changed.
A haze fell forever with her fading life.
I leaned my head back... then drank of opaline.
The emerald goddess came to me... she craved my soul
And just for a while... I had forgotten.

Yes, it was all forgotten, but nothing was changed.
Suddenly a cold breeze blew across our room...
I felt like I wanted to leave... this world with her.

Come; drink with me the divine nectar of Olympus!
Sit beside me and help defy our adversity and loss...
This adversity and loss. It all ends with you!

I kiss you in your dying breath; sleeping quietly now.
Swept away by heavy eyelids; forever in my dreams...
And you will be safe in my dearest dreams...
My love... forever in my dearest dreams.

перевод: "Она Умирает" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »

2. Through Infectious Waters (A Sickness Elegy)

This flesh holds me captive and in quest of liberation...
As the sheep flock in the dissonance, I tread in dissent.
To the piercing light that sears our hearts;
To the sickness that plagues our spirits...
I cannot revere in this blind acceptance and falter in my comprehension.

Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit – that bestowed naught.
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate – I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul...
I consign this putrid flesh.

Nothing here, nobody there...
Erroneous illness shouting.
The outcry reviles this tattered soil...
Drowning the world in filth and distortion.

Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit – that bestowed naught.
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate – I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul...
I consign this putrid flesh.

I'll leave my conscience to die.
A barrenness of dreams and anticipation;
Life and hope shrivel into the void.

Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate – I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul...
I consign this putrid flesh.

In this pantheon of sorrow,
We are everything, yet nothing!
And as long we're breathing,
The burden devoid of conclusion!

Unaided I slither – ravaged, silent and alone.
I smoulder in anxious strife; I decline these exhausted remnants of decay.
The world is coming to an end; a vast ocean of disease...
All hope is lost... or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation.

I must tranquil these turbulent waters.
No more expressions shall leave my trait...
No further words shall be spoken.
This illness they conceived broke my tired wings.

перевод: "Сквозь Заражённые Воды (Элегия Болезни)" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »

3. The Dying

We flew over these lands and broke our wings in the flight.
Precipitation so far from salvation to a blinding light of despairing life

I'm falling – my soul is starving.
So beautiful, this silent call –
With eyes of mist and snow –
This tear of our persistent cry.
Oh, how I cry...

How much sorrow can we stand?
How many tears do we have to shed?

We cried, we suffered, we died... over and over and over again.
Desolation sanctified – the walls are closing in.
Resurrection terrified – I see the humans grin.

We cried, we suffered, we died...
We starve ourselves from hope and dreams.
Desperation horrified – we wade in sickened blood.
Resurrection humanized – they smile with dripping poison.

Creator – believer – deceiver...
Desecrate – devastate – your souls are dead!

The sun will never rise again
Your sun will never rise again

The fading innocence, the dying beauty
A word of light darkens this peaceful night.

I'm falling – my soul is starving.
So beautiful, this silent call –
With eyes of mist and snow –
This tear of our persistent cry.

Your wretched empire falls apart...
The signs are shown all over the world.

перевод: "Умирающие" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »

4. Serenade Of Sorrow

Lucifer:
And the fires burn'd inside my eye's
as ye fall's ascending like a moment o' joy.
My thorns were sown in ye light o' Day,
and the winds... they blew...
until my winds, they blew no more.
I scream'd out into the dawn!

Spirit of Night:
His thorns were spawned from the grasp o' God,
and the pain... it grew...
but holiness grew no more.

Grievance; fro' the horizon she comes...
I wonder if I could stay in His world,
'cause sooner or later this pain must end!
My life... it cries to be free,
but legions of stars... the stars suffers with me!

Grievance:
Pain must end!
His life cries, but soon to be free...
Thou art the star o' Venus... Oh Seraphim!

The Holy Spirit:
Thou must obey thy father, thy God!
Bow down before his eyes... before his very eye's...!

Lucifer:
My God... 'father'... hear us cry!
Tell me why...! Thou wilt die!!!

Astaroth:
Oh, Enslaver of Souls;
Thou can not be our father!
Oh, Avengeful God;
Thou hast brought us agony!

Lucifer:
Into heav'n our sorrow...
ye beautiful moment o' tragedy...
Falling fro' the lies of His 'perfect world'.
Takest us away, so far away...
here is nothing but pain.
Farewell now as we enter our darkness...
and we love her, the realization!
Behold our salvation!
Sorrow so beautiful...
They are falling... falling!
God is smiling... smiling!
Salvation comes but pain still grows...

перевод: "Серенада Горя" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »

5. The Morningstar

"I've cried a river for you to swim
to let you know the state we're in.
I've dreamt a vision for you to see
that the night is the only worthy key"

I have seen Heaven's sleep,
and I've watched the angels weep,
they are slaves of fear and pain
I know that the dark will save us all
as long we praise the dragons call.

Eternal seems the time,
but the only true love will remain,
and darkness shall rise up to Heaven
to embrace the last, final prayer...
Cause the grace of His word once spoken
is now shattered by a promise broken.

"So curse the tyrant, curse the light,
for we are free here in this night.
So embrace the sorrow, kiss the tears...
follow the wind to erase your fears,
for the fires burn bright, the fires of blue,
and in the end it will burn in all of you."

The war will come,
apocalyptic storms of a tortured silence
as God oppresses His last, final soul...
and eternal seems the time,
but the only true love will remain,
and darkness shall rise up to Heaven
to embrace the last, final prayer...
So deny God's light and His words spoken...
We regain Heaven and crush His skull wide open!

"I've cried a river for you to swim,
to let you know the state we're in.
I've sent a message throughout the stars,
for His kingdom is full of scars.
I am Lucifer, the angel of light
come with me and live the night!

I am the Light...
That Leads to Darkness!
I am the Night...
Behold Pandemonium!
Behold the Morningstar!
Behold Lucifer"

перевод: "Утренняя Звезда" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »

6. The Gothic Embrace

Lucifer:
Oh angel o' my winter;
grieveth for the pain o' sadness.
A gothic embrace restores my love
God took away...
Ye romance o' forgotten times...
in eras without the sun.
An ocean o' tears I see...
A nightfall o' dreams caresses me.

Deliah:
Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt fore'er be...
Ye nightshade o' thy sorrow,
stretching out in twilights beauty.
In love with ye thousands o' nights...
but weeping in silence... in ebony... for melancholy... forever!

Jesus Christ walks the Earth...
A pitiful shade of God...
A cruel conspiracy for the sake of slavery,
and He drags 'em down to the plague of humanity.

Lucifer:
I've killed my holiness...
killed my emptiness!
I'm fallen from God...
fallen from guilt!

I've abandoned the light,
the light that blinded so long!
Free from submission,
but still under His spell.
We're in pain... pain... pain!
Sorrow turns to anguish...
and I scream with hate at the tyrant above!

Astaroth:
Gothic moon... ablazeth the eventide so sonorous,
ye solemn of a lovelorn gard'n o' crimson souls.
All true beauty is sad...
but lost within the clenched hands of God.

Lucifer:
I mourn that the night passes us by...
Let there be an eternal night... eternal night!

перевод: "Готические Объятия" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »

7. On Sunday They Will Kill The World

оригинал: Ekseption

On a Sunday they will kill the world
And on Monday they will cry and shout
Then on Tuesday they will just try out
What will happen to the burning crowd

And you hearing this song
You will smile, and think that I?m wrong
I?m a friend you killed in your mind
I?m four kids and you didn?t find

On a Sunday they will kill the world

On a Sunday they will kill the world

And you will think of me
But I?m gone and then I?ll see
In the sky for me sits one, too
What they did, some people like you

On a Sunday they will kill the world

перевод: "В Воскресение Они Уничтожат Мир" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »

8. Forever My Queen

оригинал: Pentagram

I'm running away with myself
I think I ran a little too far
Your love is more than a tease
And I'm gonna give it all of my heart
The situation is all wrapped up
No more need to be said, oh no
You live in my world gotta heed me
And I know that you can 'cause you need me
There ain't nothin' gonna stop us now
We're willing and we both know how
And baby, you're gonna be my queen
The king always knows what he means
Alright – Look out

перевод: "Моя Королева Навсегда" (Spit Upon Thy Grave) »