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Cum to Neverland, Bosch`s Art, Chorniy Vikont и многие другие.
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Angel Dust
On the edge of cliff over which is only eon
You're standing alone in power of strange dreams,
Want to be so careless taking leave of this world
And to play with fire of those dreams.
Finally you're happy unlike any other,
You've been blowing to the sky by angel dust,
The delight and wind are only in its power,
In the "liquid sky" your laughter sounds.
Angel dust for thee
Is a dream and reality!
You're mad runaway, there's no way out,
You're seeing unfaithful light,
Your angel has lit mirage of fire
To kill you – that's his desire!
On the edge of cliff there's sound of songs from heaven,
Music of the gods and voices of their queens,
You are soaring 'bove the world, but trader of the heaven
He will take your heart and soul for heroin.
Tired of being bird you fell down as a stone,
Fell down from the height escaping from the fate.
To the edge of cliff hundreds of moths are flying
To commit their suicide into the flame.
Angel dust for thee
Is a dream and reality!
You're mad runaway, there's no way out,
You're seeing unfaithful light,
Your angel has lit mirage of fire
To kill you – that's his desire!
Antichrist
I was born at night
In the hour of wolf's prayer
In the darkest lair of the beasts;
Hell black angel
Stood among me,
Round the circles of man's fears;
Through the flames I passed,
Was the fire and stone,
A worm among the deceased;
Named the impure,
My name is Antichrist,
You - Christos, you're on the cross...
Without you I am a phantom,
banished from the Temple,
Without me you're a boring myth;
We are just like brothers,
In the hymns and curses,
With eternal rule over man;
But you hide the truth,
And your crystal soul,
I know of a mortal sin.
I shall not reveal it,
My name is Antichrist,
You - Christos, you're cross must weigh...
Cross....
You were baptised by blood,
Not river water,
In the first year of earthly life.
The king tore the infants,
And my heart ripped,
To hear that mournful female howl.
The king searched for Jesus,
to ably kill him,
But God saved you on that day.
On those blood soaked sands
Your path to glory started
You - Christos, your throne is great...
Throne...
For the millions you are innocent,
Yet my father is Satan himself;
The fallen angel was equal to God,
and vengeance for him will be done;
So we shall meet, in battle will clash
In the year of most bitterest star;
Most likely, I will fall first
But you will die as well
My name is the Antichrist
My sign's number six...six...six
My name is the Antichrist
Weep over the soul (weep over the soul)
Attila
His hand is small,
But the whole world is held in it
Like a wretched fledgling
Badly scratched by the claws
And his victorious feast
Won't heal his wounds
A layer of soot can't hide
The ugliness of his face
A divine wrath,
The lash of the skies
Swallows up sweat and dust
A life in the saddle,
The brilliance of death
At the edge of the Fate.
The horde's maelstrom
Brought together all the scum
Teuton or Scythian
Share out the loot
The smoke of Attila's bonfires
Carries the plague in its slipstream
And the barbarian pattern
Burns the faith...
The Occident is here,
Under the hand,
With swords we will fight our way through...
The spirit of the steppes,
The wicked Asiatic beast
Has thrown the call!
Above us flutters the banner of blue sky,
There is no fear in the blaze of these cold eyes!
There are no rules in this dawning time,
Till sunset death will judge us.
Lethal love,
Perfidious fate,
At the wedding banquet
They're celebrating a funeral feast
The wine is poisoned,
The poison is at his lips
Like a bitter kiss,
The last in his life
Intoxicated with his throat,
Bleeding with his throat,
The barbarian sipped all his life...
Who is now
The Son of the Winds,
The king of the cruel Huns?
Above us flutters the banner of blue sky,
There is no fear in the blaze of these cold eyes!
There are no rules in this dawning time,
Till sunset death will judge us.
The Occident is here,
Under the hand,
With swords we will fight our way through...
The spirit of the steppes,
The wicked Asiatic beast
Has thrown the call!
Above us flutters the banner of blue sky,
There is no fear in the blaze of these cold eyes!
There are no rules in this dawning time,
Till sunset death will judge us.
Ball of the Prince of Darkness
The evening was dying,
Night was coming,
The strange ball
rang out with all power
Capital Moscow
cannot understand
what hurries here
to know the diabolical1
Master Woland2
The darkest prince of all
ordered to play
his mad waltz,
his mad waltz!
Choir of a black suite
ready to catch up
loud praise
to the twilight of the gods,
Blood from skulls
they drink here like wine,
Everyone here is evil
Everyone is naked
The master rules the ball
As reward
to everyone who from the grave
arrived to the waltz!
arrived to the waltz!
Ball of the Prince of Darkness
Five minutes to midnight
Five minutes
And the soul will not be saved
The waltz thunders an encore
to the waltz echoes thunder
on the nightly sabbath
The air is infected
and the master appears,
silent and proud,
How the fire spreads
on the Sparrow hills
Reward to everyone
according to him,
Too much evil,
here for one!
here for one!
Ball of the Prince of Darkness
Five minutes to midnight
Five minutes
And the soul will not be saved
The shadow of light speeds up the pace
Life and death call to each other
Heat, delirium, torture, with hope and fury
Here's to you - punishment and forgiveness
All, all, all in rapture
The shadow of light suddenly breaks the heart
Broken glass
Warm ashes
Here for one
Too much evil
Ballad about the Old Russian Warrior
Flocks of winter birds were rushing far away -
smoke made them run faster than foxes...
smoke flew above the whole land;
Fierce rabble spreads tables.
Where is that warrior who will say them:
"Stop!"
West was moving like a wave to the East -
cross on the backs and in the hearts
Teutons' spears aimed at Sun
Smell of slash brought black news!
Owl, Wolf and Eagle were laughing at the game,
feeling Russian blood from far apart.
All the evil spirit promised help
To Magister and Dogs Order.
Saints are crying in the altars,
Alarm sounds
Time of battle is named
Oh, it will be hell,
three times hell,
but no step backwards!
Stars will tell the way to the warrior,
he saddles the horse.
his heart stops beating, will is awaken,
He is in battle for three nights, three days.
And he knockes the collar of slave out of Magister's hands -
And blockes of ice crack.
warrior fights for the gold of will covered with snow,
he doesn't worry for his sword.
Saints are crying in the altars,
although enemy is shattered and tumbled.
A horse goes bacl alone -
that was a real hell.
three times hell,
warrior is crucified on spears!
Now his fate is to walk as a shade,
and hearing dogs' howling,
to sharpen his sword again.
he doesn't know what fear is.
Eternal peace.
Everything will turn into dust,
but not him!
A lot of water flew since that time,
seas turned into mirage!
Warrior comes as a quiet shade
to the bank, like a faithful guard.
He walks around all the night, lights the candles,
looks for Prince and his own brothers,
looks for gold of will that they were fighting for
in the battle wading through blood.
The way by the stars is determined again,
And alarm sounds again,
saints are crying in the altars,
and warrior comes down to hell,
real hell,
but no step backwards!
BUt no step backwards! NO...
Run after the Sun
It feels like danger floating in the air
For over two thousand years.
Life is tough
In this goddamned land.
The wind in your hair
Is just like it was ages ago.
The time has stopped.
The Moon and the Sun aligned.
To fly away like a bird
From ths gaddamned land,
To join the blue sky
Is what you're dreaming about.
Run, run after the Sun
Till your feet start bleeding!
Run! Don't be afraid
To defy your fate over and over again!
Fly after the Sun
To the recklessness of the height!
Fly, don't be afraid
Only you can do it!
Only those ones have courage
Whose hearts experienced fear.
Who can face the abyss
With the pride the the eyes.
With a white feather in the hair,
Like a pagan diety
You jumped in the sky
Into this thunderous torrent.
To fly away like a bird
From ths gaddamned land,
To join the blue sky
Is what you're dreaming about
Run, run after the sun
Till your feet start bleeding!
Run! Don't be afraid
To defy your fate over and over again!
Fly after the Sun
To the recklessness of the height!
Fly, don't be afraid
Only you can do it!
You fell down with a groan
Scorched and adust.
The ones who were born on the Earth
Are to become soil...
Run, run after the sun
Till your feet start bleeding!
Run! Don't be afraid
To defy your fate over and over again!
Fly after the Sun
To the recklessness of the height!
Fly, don't be afraid
Only you can do it!
White Flag
The splendor of the store windows, the light of the glaring lamps
You lived easily, lived openly
But someone let beasts into this paradise
Your pride was dragged through the mud
White flag - the blood is gone from (your) veins
Sticky fear, colder than ice
Take a step - hand the city over to captivity
Without a fight, without fire, forever
Beasts crawl everywhere from dark holes
Nightmares are coming true here
There's no one who could've stopped them
Everyone here has opposed the wars for a long time
Battle
Dew and a tear
Are a shroud on eyes,
Bright star wanders
In the black depth of well...
They flew for hundred thousands of years
To the strange planet, to your Earth
White skinned sons of First Star Race
They were moving into people's bodies
and first killing the shade
and then love and anger,
argues and agreement
Without pain and blood
Invasion from heaven
No one contradicts
Only an insane screams
having made a cross of branches
Battle will strike up
Air is filled with thunder
Battle will strike up
Last fight for Earth!
Less and less of life in the earth dwellers' eyes
They are under power of aliens' commands
They are destroying the eternity of pyramides
Set the seas on fire
Cosmos is exulting, myth is broken
that people impossible to manage
But new heroes go in the last battle.
Heroes of Fifth race
Not star but earthy
Their generation si called Aryan
Immortality is waiting for them in fthe battle
With cosmic horde!
Fight without rules
The sunshine feels different for everyone
Who’s seen the mask of death,
You’re one of them now.
You spend all your nights and days
Battling in the ring
Permeated with the smell of sweat.
Fights without rules,
No mercy, no games.
Not a word about your past.
Mixing hatred with blood,
You inflict a blow on your enemy.
The winner will get everything,
The loser will be cast away,
That’s how it’s been always and everywhere.
Fights without rules,
No mercy, no games.
Fights without rules,
Shattered worlds covered in blood.
Kill your fear,
Fight like a lion,
Cherish your hungry wrath.
No one will get the better of you as long as you’re alive.
Step after step,
The edge is nearer.
Look forward, don’t retreat.
Fight and win at any cost.
Wretched grimaces of the powerful,
A loud feast of others’ joy,
There’s no place under the sun here.
No equality and no fraternity,
All that remains is to fight,
You’re not a stone in someone else’s wall.
Fights without rules,
No mercy, no games.
Fights without rules,
Shattered worlds covered in blood.
Kill your fear,
Fight like a lion,
Cherish your hungry wrath.
No one will get the better of you as long as you’re alive.
Step after step,
The edge is nearer.
Look forward, don’t retreat.
Fight and win at any cost!
You know you’ll die in the ring,
In the toughest fight.
You appointed the final yourself.
Only strength, only integrity,
Your last fight is like a song
Sung to the end.
Fights without rules,
No mercy, no games.
Fights without rules,
Shattered worlds covered in blood.
Kill your fear,
Fight like a lion,
Cherish your hungry wrath.
No one will get the better of you as long as you’re alive.
Step after step,
The edge is nearer.
Look forward, don’t retreat.
Fight and win at any cost!
Stranger
The echo of mountain avalanches is spreading
something is wrong, smoke doesn't fade in the air
The sunset is frozen - and the shiver of cold ground is falling
like a wave....
The branches of the trees are trying to get into the house
The window's glass clinks and the ghosts come in
and the silence is pierced with the far whine
like with a knife... Stranger...
The touch of the strange evil
The pale flame licks the threshold
the door melts and floor comes down from the feet
They can not run away - loud shout is interrupted
and quiet moan...
faces are paler than snow and ice
A dead calmness in the eyes open to the sky
there are no heroes - the world is not used to it
that behind your back... a stranger...
So many words were said
so many ways to be saved
but no one believed in the words
and we were wasting our time!
The sun is high above, fragile sand
wind of the desert, immobility of the roads
A fuzzy sound, forgotten rain in the sky
The echo of mountain avalanches is spreading
it is moving upwards, smoke doesn't fade in the air
and the silence is pierced with the whine far away
like with a knife... stranger...
High beam (far headlight)
Horizon, the unreachable thread,
Afield to eyes, the pedal into the floor.
Speed will not help me forget you,
And I don't regret a thing.
The hour's split, into kilometres,
All is left behind.
Passed years' delusion wind will scatter,
A beacon on the way
The high beam burns...
And two lights split the night into "what was" and "what is gone".
The bridges burn behind, like the arrow flies the high...
Highway's canvass passes by,
And they twinkle as in a dream
Shots from a documentary film
About you and about me
Reel of years the tread rolls out
the film onto the asphalt.
Ain't got a compass, a random vector
rips the horizontal,
The high beam burns
And two lights split the night into "what was" and "what is gone".
The bridges burn behind, like the arrow flies the high beam.
On the banks, the tyres erase,
memory's truths into nothing.
Only one speed, only one reason
and one answer
for all - the high beam!
And two lights split the night into "what was" and "what is gone".
The bridges burn behind, like the arrow flies the high beam.
And two lights split the night into "what was" and "what is gone".
The bridges burn behind, like the arrow flies the high beam.
Diabolical Heat
You will change your face like a dress,
You will enter someone's body unheard, like a snake.
You will squeeze me with your rings,
Giving me to understand which of us is an outsider in life!
Your virus of love is poisonous,
It will destroy me, but all words are unavailing.
I will burn down like dry grass,
Could this be my destiny!?
Love cannot be a quiet game.
One spark is enough.
There's only diabolical heat between us.
The whisper of prayer in stone walls,
A razor blade on thin veins,
Happiness in the morning, grief towards the evening.
Everything's so strange and eternal...
Let this be called love –
The most ridiculous, the most down-to-earth,
Let this be diabolical heat,
Heat that burns everything.
I like this war
Between light and shade, the impure and the holy.
If you want, we'll repeat everything
From sunset to sunrise!
I'll be with you until the end,
Cursing you, turning pale with fear and loving you.
You ask for more and more fire
But you'll become a pinch of ashes!
Love cannot be a quiet game.
One spark is enough.
There's only diabolical heat between us.
The whisper of prayer in stone walls,
A razor blade on thin veins,
Happiness in the morning, grief towards the evening.
Everything's so strange and eternal...
Let this be called love –
The most ridiculous, the most down-to-earth,
Let this be diabolical heat,
Heat that burns everything.
Love cannot be a quiet game.
One spark is enough.
There's only diabolical heat between us.
The whisper of prayer in stone walls,
A razor blade on thin veins,
Happiness in the morning, grief towards the evening.
Everything's so strange and eternal...
Let this be called love –
The most ridiculous, the most down-to-earth,
Let this be diabolical heat,
Heat that burns everything.
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