Альбом вышел на лейбле Volchikha Hall.
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Hall of Hate (The Global Coffin)
Hate: The itchy covetousness of bulets
Is to reach for six billions heads.
Hate: The ethereal lightness of poisons
Is to penetrate into six billions aortas.
Hate: Flame of arid deserts, circles of lifeless moons.
Chaos will feed on blood, Hell will drink in suffering,
A napalm demon will spill rivers of strength
Smelting the clots of love in human hearts
Of elite and everyone over...
Hate: The merciless weight of tracks
Is to smear the planet of slippery hearts.
Hate: The pliability of air
Is for resolute precision of bombs and missiles flight.
Hate: My savage hunger, ancient like arctic ice.
The profound contempt, speak my voice.
As a demon to demons I clear the way.
My blued Antichrist, start the death song by lead downpour.
Upon elite and everyone over...
Hate: The look of eyes of egoistical proud Evil.
Hate: The nature of overtaking breathing of Death.
Hate: The dispassionate correctness of Cosmos.
Eyes of everybody aren't to see the new fatigued dawn
Above coal and ashes of the world and temples.
Inhale sky clothed in all-embracing funeral smog.
The universal coffin. Apotheosis of war.
For elite only and not for everyone...
Hall of Opposition (Apocalyptic Impression)
Creating in a shadow of the black towers
I sense skies become thin.
And my heart is a sharp dark crystal
Filled up with cold of very depths of Ural,
The land of dead solitude,
Of his inside — ancient ice
Aged like frozen essence of comets.
Voids compress in zenith,
And alien to this times ghosts sprout up
From the center of the raging collapse.
Concentrating blackness is shooting out
From before sure structure of the cyclical universe.
There is treasure of disintegration order art
Under impenetrable cloak of death.
Masterpieces of lifeless horizon.
Apocalyptic inspiration.
Destroying in shadow of the black towers
I sense time fall to nought.
I coat with blood
The already murky landscapes-canvas
No remorse, no regret, no compassion,
And my heart is ages of the Opposition.
Hall of Fire (The Song of Ash and Dust)
Fire fills in spaces, it's everything pertains to one.
Fire speeds along all ways, one's cradle Hell accompanies one.
The rising harmony of Chaos,
The absolute Fire is nourished with vacuum,
And the supreme Darkness rises with.
Erect plasma walls similar to cosmic labyrinths,
Scorching embrace of torture chambers and Universal Death.
Poetry of fire, songs of fire, monuments of fire.
Protuberances from my barrel are stars breathing,
Atomic nuclei in my hands give rise to Great Death.
There's another life there, but no life beyond.
Through the burning lens of blood-thirstness
I concentrate death upon self-enraptured human genesis.
I extend to all horizons, with all winds.
The heat of suns cores for lands of ash and dust,
I stand on the supreme ice star.
Compose poems, chant songs, shining damnation.
Passion and hunger fill with cosmos blood,
With inexpressible grandeur of destruction.
Fire speeds along all ways, I follow one
Hall of Zero (The Bullet's Blizzard)
Let bullets slide
Bless bullet's flight
Let oil torches blaze
Bless getting free case.
No east with light
No west with right
No south with time
Let only bullets fly.
Hall of Might (Supreme Meaning of Knowledge)
It's clear as dialectics of the existence is it,
It's sure as night is to be crowning day and century,
Without doubts it's the end of the orderal world put,
Distinctly I see the downfall of universal religions,
Because the comer from a moon side
With face of ancient hunger and inexorability
Is bringing the supreme meaning
To all earthly pestilences and devastations,
He is standing beyond the beginning of light,
He is ruling beyond the beginning of darkness.
Look, and I'll say true who are the heard of hogs.
Whose tribe is satisfied with the name of slaves and sheep.
Whose food for spirit is nothing more than greedy stupidity,
Ignorance, stagnancy and sticky blind fear.
Whose highest happiness and limit of craving is lazy rest
With mindless joy of reproduction and childbirth.
Whose dream is a world without shadows — hedonia, simultaneity.
I'll say to you not from books, not from saints and prophets,
Will show the viands for the bestial feast,
The target for shooting and noose,
The tenants of crucifixes and rotten pits,
The beings with promised «tomorrow»
But aren't understanding «never»
At feet of their indifferent and quiet (because they are not) gods.
I'll show you the humanity.
The comer from a moon side doesn't conjecture
But sees and knows distinctly about
The downfall of universal religions,
Because he's come from a moon side
To force world to ones knees before he assaults.