1. 216 / Cataclysmic

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2. Submission Equals Suicide

When the hunger
Slit your mind apart
And you hind yourself
Strangled by the crown of thorns
You crave.your soul is bleeding
You throttle in a lake
Of lunacy and decay
You grasp for your fear
Cadged by mediocrasy
The morals of the "high lords" is for the damned
Is for the DAMNED!!

Go for the chaos
Go for the kill
Bow for the bloodlust
"Do what thou wilt"

Love your addiction
To this drug, that I call life
Play the games of desire
Thrust and twist the knife

So push it harder
Drive it faster
Realise that you're the master
Beneath the cross you fools can hide
Submission equals suicide
Submission equals suicide
Submission equals suicide
Submission equals suicide.

Go for the chaos
Go for the kill
Bow for the bloodlust
"Do what thou wilt"

Go for the chaos
Go for the kill
Bow for the bloodlust
"Do what thou wilt"

Submission equals suicide
Submission equals suicide
Submission equals suicide
Submission equals suicide.

перевод: "Подчинение равняется самоубийству" (Forestwalker) »

3. The Pulse Of Decay

So cold an embrace
From the dead,
Yet so familiar arms
That used to belong
That used to belong to a queen

So cold a kiss.
So cold a kiss from the lips.
Once the lips of a Goddess

A feather-like touch.
And a tear of a prince.
Crimson and black.
A promise.
And a venomous CURSE!!

A tear that shall turn to ice
A heart that shall turn to stone
Blood that no longer runs
And all signs of joie shall burn
And whirlwinds of hatred
Shall lift the ashes of joy
It shall be spread to the east
Spread to the west
Spread to the north
And spread to the south
Of this dead heart pulse
The pulse of decay

AAAHHH!!

From rulership and dignity
To serpent poison dread
The pulse of decay
And the wrath of the transformation
All the grace and beauty of the past. was raped
And left for dead
The pulse of decay
The pulse of a fallen dynasty
The pulse. the pulse
The pulse.
Of DECAY!!

перевод: "Пульс разложения" (Forestwalker) »

4. The Antichrist Inside

I am the writer of the plays, played at the theatre of pain
I am the joker in the most evil of all games
I host the circus of the plague
SO!!
Cut me with glass
And poison my scars
Doubtless profane
So gracious insane

I am the infinite that haunts the black spots of your soul
You know. you love to hate me
And the saviour's quest has always been to have me enslaved

So show me your fantasies
All the highs you wish.
All the highs you wish would last forever.
FOREVER!!

I twist your nature
Your eyes wide open, thou resistance is in vain
Embrace the pleasure!
You may believe in God.
But I am your carnal, and your mental, and your soul sort cause of
PAIN!!

Cut me with glass
Poison my scars
Doubtless profane
So gracious insane
YEHH
Cut me with glass
Yes I know you will
Poison my scars
This beauty is
Doubtless profane
It's black and it's.
Gracious insane
The horror inside

Cause I am always
Forever the infinite.
Curse and damnation
Delightful and. BLESSED!!

перевод: "Сущность Антихриста" (Forestwalker) »

5. Vendetta Assassination

Do you sense the daemon that watches you
While you sleep in your bed
Do you feel the claw of my mental embrace
Ohh suffer my daemonwrath
The intense touch
A touch of evil

Come dance with me
In this complex maze
That we've made in mutual passion
Blinded by hate and blinded by fear
But I do hold the Ace.
I shall rip you apart!

I shall rip you apart

Vendetta assassination
Your torture
My cure

Ohh I close my eyes
And I picture your face
Grinded in a barrel of broken glass
I close my eyes
And yo are crucified
And your stigmatic wounds
Are "gently" inflicted by me.
And you bleed!

Torture Assassination
The end of an era
Let us "dance".
Let us finish the game

Vendetta assassination
Slow but sure.
Slow but sure.
Slow but sure!!

перевод: "Убийство вендетты" (Forestwalker) »

6. Apocalypse

Private Apocalypse
No more tears
Apocalypse
Are you afraid

Devils dance their psychotic waltz
By the sound of your pumping heart
Your daemons rape your angels
Your apocalypse can start

Like poison through your veins
You are starving

You're heaving for your breath
Satisfy your need
Oohh face the hollow eyes of death
Private apocalypse
Tranquillised and numb

Thorns are growing
Through your soul
A deathlike silence
Just before the storm

All things angelic
Left for hate
Apocalypse.
Your undeniable fate

Devils dance their psychotic waltz
Your heart is pumping faster

Private apocalypse
Face the seven sins
The devils always win
Private apocalypse
No more tears to cry
Apocalypse
Are you afraid to die

перевод: "Апокалипсис" (Forestwalker) »

7. Razor

Only the crows
Fly at night
Viewing the desolation
Only the crows
Cry at night.
And the victims of my desecration

My time is at night
When I hear the crows cry

And you are so afraid my sweet
Cause you know you shall die
I caress your skin
OHH. it's my high

A thin-lined pattern
Red on white
My art. my passion and the crows at night
You twist and tangle
From my cold steel touch.
From a RAZOR!!

Only the crows.
Fly at night

перевод: "Бритва" (Forestwalker) »