Author: Horned
WRATHFUL TEMPTER
(That is unknown to "his" followers)
(+ in Russian)
(Black Metal manifestation of this lyric you can
hear on AMBIGUITAS "Time Of Goat" '2003 / Download the track)
He was cruel from primeval times
His path was voluntarily
But each new fool likes to run risks
And to call him "Master" conventionally
He penetrated different spheres and sides,
Through universes and other dimensions,
He grinned and delighted,
He burned down, blazed and distorted with pride
Simpleton that calls him "Master",
That who has got used to find guilty the Paradise and the Serpent,
That who has waved away them and has called them hopeless,
That... Don't know as complex was the path!
The path was hard, and it dilated
Everybody don't want to open (that sort of) path inside oneself
But instead in inspiration he lade with this world
And he don't know the suffering that drives him and worthy from the beginning
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He is so cruel!
He'll open so many forms for you
Those forms will blind you, and you will be ready to copy the essence
But have you known his path?
Have you attempted to get to know it?
Have you perished, putrefied, shredded?!
Have you lied to loamy golems?
Have you shown his "circus" to slaves?
No, you simply beautifully lied
You slept with the false smile
You shivered in the sleep
In fog of the sleep you looked for some "answers"
You sank into the Tonal as into the swamp.
THROUGH THE DECREPIT EAVES
(+ in Russian)
(Black Metal manifestation of this lyric you can
hear on AMBIGUITAS "Time Of Goat" '2003 / Download the track)
I've closed my eyes one day...
I lied. I was constrained and morbid
To be dead is a dual way
Only my external look was removed
I looked how dreams were burning
I looked through the decrepit eaves
And then was Darkness decline
Sparks became dim. All as within human
Human is forgotten too now
I keep silence about myself - only crumbs...
Rotten corpse sleeps in the ground long since
The night is dark and the sheet lightnings are flashing
Devil shades the world with his hands...
Who is sure that everything came to the end?
Everything is gone and arrived... Other step...
Emaciated fatigue hungers
We are at the breaking point...
We've gained the anxious Eternity...
GHOST OF THE PAST
(+ in Russian)
(Black Metal manifestation of this lyric you can
hear on AMBIGUITAS "Time Of Goat" '2003 / Download the track)
The fire is burning late at night
Internal Gloom is beating
A bird is crying in primeval forest
Barely angry dogs are barking far
They can't find traces - I've already passed away
I was on my hunt (as ever)
And their light doesn't see my keen figure
They've got stuck in a swamp
I am a Demon, that rises in memory of Evil
I am the Horror of their poor times
Fire is burning down. Darkness is calling me again
All world of creatures is keeping in awe
Do you hear morning tinkling bells?
This is Death... The world is buried in the dust...
MEMORY OF THE PAST / DEATH OF FUTURE
(Autumnus Insanus)
Earlier madness didn't oppressed so
Falling went, but gradually
Reckoning it was possible to trust in something concrete
In something that was meaningful within the limits of the main super sense
That time our Demons built Hell (or paradise) on earth
In most different displays
Sometimes paradise triumphed that isn't trusted nowadays
That it was paradise
Time doesn't exist - in general
But particularly - very much depends on time
Sometimes Hell so flared and roared
That about it recollect to this day
Continuing to shake with fear
Time shuddered from this terrestrial Hell
And now time shivers, but all is in monstrous uncertainty
I glance at this world again...
Cold and fever...
Hopelessness oppresses so much
The lowest creatures are in Horror too
All has died...
I remember that time when there was Other...
When I couldn't even imagine myself
All grandeur of the future
But all has left on the contrary...
All has decayed...
And I continue to wander on the same woods and bogs...
Where there was all this... Once...
If it has died, also I have died...
If I have died, what am I doing here?..
Why all isn't disappearing, in fact all it isn't present?!
Why do I hear now a lot of such, what I heard once for a long time?
They fondly trust in it...
But what'll be with them?
There'll be the Last Death...
NIEMAND WOLLTE STERBEN
Das Leben vergeht allmählich
Zappelnd in den Schwarzen Wellen...
Der Tod schlendert auf dem Waßerspiegel
Die Last ist in den wahnsinnigen Stoßzähnen...
***
Es ist viel Jahre her, seitdem wir alle umgekommen sind...
Wir sind im Strudel des tosenden zornigen Meeres verschwunden...
<...>
DAS STERNENKIND / DER MANN VOM ANDEREN STERN
Die Wörter des Eiskönig:
Alles ist längst vergeßen - du wirst auf der schmutzigen Erde geboren
Du wirst lange im Wahn und im menschlichen Unsinn verbleiben
Wir kehren zurück, erst wenn du mir wirst
Und all ergrauender Kram verbrennt unter dem Kalten Stern.
Die Wörter des Untieres:
Nicht der Mensch... Das Verlorene Gespenst...
Bald werde ich ankommen, obwohl mein Weg fern ist
Auf den hohen Berg steige ich hinauf
Hört mein Geheul und schaudert!
Die Nacht wird Ihren Ameisenhaufen absorbieren
Die bösen Stoßzähne im Dunkel blitzen
Die ewige Ära der weinenden Sterne
Nährt mein trübes Gehirn.
Die Wörter des hundertjährigen Holzfällers:
Die wahnsinnige Anomalie... Die Unkontrollierbare höllische Substation...
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