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ЛИРИКА MISCREANT. Lyrics from "Inside The Beyond" - 1996. Gloom Of The Grave xxxxx Inside The Beyond The way from former Life Is across the dead In new existence Of human soul lie behind Of black cerement of grave cold. Through dark tunnels Of the reason and the universe. Open the door In world the beyond Of new unknown reality Drop everything before the threshold, Go over threshold of the beyond The door have locked. There's no way back. Inside the beyond - Reich of the dead. Eternal gloom covering earth Hides inself horror of hell. Air of the deadreich Fills with pain and misery. Flashes of lightning illuminate Pictures of terror and fear Mow faces and grimaces of endless ache Appear before eyes Of sentences for eternal torments In Pandemonium Adramelek is great kanzler of hell Added doses of fear His black majesty rules terrible world Of ice, horror Cold blood flowers in viens Becoming empty past All former life is uncreate In twilight the beyond The way from former Life Is across the dead In new existence Of human soul lie behind Of black cerement of grave cold. Though dark tunnels Of the reason and the universe. Enter the world - World the beyond Of New Unknown Reality Grave is door in the beyond Dark kingdom of horror and gloom The door have locked. There's no way back. Inside the beyond - Reich of the dead. Eternal gloom covering earth Hides inself horror of hell. Air of the deadreich Fill with pain and misery. Flashes of lightning illuminate Pictures of terror and fear Bloody faces of death, Grey hope of despair, Suffering, fear and pain. Farewell with beautiful world - With world of laughter and smiles ... Inside the Beyond. My Mystic Mind I live in a dark vision Of the cold night, I'm feeling the flame Of my black soul. A Fullmoon excites me When the night begins. I rise through my flesh To own pain and sorrow. I walk alone into edgeless space, I see everything by inner glance, I wanna wish millions legions Black god have abundance Greate Ambassador came alone From black ether of edgeless emptiness. He's giving me grants from father of elects, From grand and mighty Lord of Darkness I go farther into the Pagan Land Created by true gods from eternal chaos. I was feeling the power of the might influence, I was hearing the call of the Ancient Gods. My Mystic Mind And My Dreams Are better place for mystery travel It's the way without end and edge Where I was reborn by root of evil I walk alone into endless space I see everything by inner glance I want to remain there in space With millions legions of black god No more flash from lightning. I see everything. Light is darkness and darkness is light Real Universe not feel Brotherhood Of The Morning Star The grey ground is burnt by the sun Dried by winds. It waits for own the dark night Illuminate by Fullmoon. High mountains And dense forest Protect the valley Of infernal fear. There was occurring great mystery Of the black Brotherhood In honor mighty power Of the morning star. The Brotherhood is men with godless spirit. They transferred across mountainous Domain of sorrowful destruction, They passages across field of hate In the chariot of endurance. They will move through the forest of love On fruitless soil, They will stop at the empty coast, They will reach the ocean of highest aim. The Brotherhood is men with godless spirit. They are holding the cross of light Let Angel of the Morning Star Obey power of Pentagramm When listened to the great Prayer of confession Lucif, Oro te et appar e rosto; Aspera oro te pro te ero. Lucif, Ter oro te reparo opes, Ter oro te, opera praesto. The Brotherhood is men with godless spirit, They are holding the cross of light. Smashed Dreams Concealed senses of the human soul Penetrate into every cell of the human brain. It creates bright and wonderful dreams Of the most mystic desire of a man. Open contemplation of mystic desire Recollection of the past And review of the future In closed space of own reason Pink dreams will open internal freedom But your dreams broke upon dark shape Of eternal chaos. Smashed dreams have been covered By brown streams of musty blood. Have flowed from reserwoir Of human sadness and sorrow Eery torments of contemplation Of smashed dreams Forgotten future with cleft past Joy and grief before eyes. Smashed Dreams Sombre state of ruthless void. Smashed Dreams Of the most mystic desire Grey splinters of Smashed Dreams Reflect world as mirror With distortion genuineness Grimas of human face. Black real world and lucid dreams, Black dreams and lucid real world... ...They are interflowing together. Concealed senses of the human soul Become broken in cells of the human brain ![]() Lyrics from "Occult Philosophy" - 1998. ![]() 1. Occult Philosophy 2. Veritable God 3. Inqusition Of The Holy 4. Miscreant 5. Thanatology 6. Dark Spirits Of Evil 7. Birth... And Death 8. Agony Of Despair Occult Philosophy The sacred might conceals Under a shell of our consciousness. The latent forces of person and space Give great power over boundless...; Open space of the world and nature Open space of reason and mind. Penetrate in secrets Of consciousness and beig, Of matter and spirits Through black sorcery. Dreary silence and grey quiet Strengthence influence of Occult Philosophy. Learning of Occult Philosophy. Triumph, But keep it in dark sanctuary Of the own heart in the silence. Otherwise it loses the mighty power. The human will can lead In distant space of a free state, Give cognition of power In burst of astral energy of your soul. .Dreary silence and grey quiet Strengthence influence of Occult Philosophy. The human will should manage Powers of all elements In the astral stream Of Kosmic Light and ether. Veritable God I die and I want to see The last hope of cognition Of the verity In a light ray of consciousness Around deadly and cold dark. The verity is consist in puzzle Of magic sphere, Which gives unknown pain Of blissfull fear. I wanna be immortal, I must feel a unknown pain, I wanna be the god I must born again. Unraveled puzzle opens pass On labirinth of a pain... And I become a God. I shall create own religion In my dominion of the enclosing world. My own consciousness Is reflection of a reality. I have become a God. God of light and dark, Of chaos and tranquillity. I am verity! I have died, but I live in light ray Of consciousness around of dead cold, When you want to see the last hope Of cognition of the true. The verity is consist in puzzle Of magic sphere, Which gives unknown pain Of blissfull fear. You must be immortal, You wanna feel a unknown pain, You wanna be the god You must born again. Walk on black labirinth of a pain Acquire new envelop of human soul Glorify of own God! I am immortal, I am lifeless, I'm veritable truth, I am your God! Inquisition Of The Holy The Medieval Europe In a black obscurantism Of church moral The thousands of people Hanged and burnt By Holy Office Of Holy Church. Mass hysteria and mass pursuit Exist together in mankind's history. Inquisition Of the holy Perfect tool Of legal murder. The Holy Church Is armed by the Law and church books. :Many harmlessness souls Were burn-up in a flame. The inquisitors are protected By blind Christian faith. Tears do not stop them. Youth and the beauty Could not rescue From black monks From Holy Church Mass hysteria and mass pursuit Exist together in mankind's history. Inquisition Of the holy Perfect tool Of legal murder. Miscreant The black moon rises Over the world In the Abyss Of eternity. There're no stars on the sky Between the heaven and hell. Jesus is dead, But I continue dwell. I want to cry: "This world like insanity!" But it doesn't disturb of me All this is depravity. Blood-red whirlwinds Are sweeping in my soul. Wars, pain captivates my heart, Created from a stone of anger and hate. Miscreant - creator of wave of grief. I'm MISCREANT - tiller the land of sorrow. Sun willn't rise Over the world In quiet Calmness of the joy. There will be no stars on the sky Between the heaven and hell. Jesus has died, But I continue dwell. I'll be crying: "This world like insanity!" But it doesn't concern of me All this is reality. I have erased all human feelings From my soul. Blood, tears melts my heart, Created from ice of anger and hate. Thanatology The death approach by a grey fog, The death wrap your brain. Blood! Scarlet blood Flows down on a face by sticky shroud. Life go out of the body With the last heavy breath Of convulsive suffering. The death is inevitable for everything. Each will overtake by death. You wait for the last instant of life With trembling fear, Understanding horror Of a dying agony. Feeling death, Which covers consciousness With a black cerecloth. Only the dark separates An unknown reality Expecting before. Lifeless flesh - cold like ice With traces of the first decay. Every cell is dead, All cloak by dark. You are dead There're no emotions and feelings Everything remains behind. You have waited of the last instant of life Oblivion before... or no? Everybody death waits. Feeling death, Which covers consciousness With a black cerecloth. Only the dark separates An unknown reality Expecting before. Dark Spirits Of Evil There is nothing in the world Without domination of spirit. Great spirits of the great world Of black enjoyment of destruction and death. Spirit dipped into abyss of a roughness Spiteful violence of triumph of death Demolition of matter and the body Cloak by endless thick of horror and pain. The appearance in dying visions Widged in a moribund brain Begins trends of a living flesh Towards destruction and death. This is cruelty Of indomitable dark spirits. This is great Pleasure of the suffering. Man has power over spirits Only through mental force of will. I look in a face of dark spirit. I am accomplice of spirit of evil. I posses power of destruction and death, I achieve a great cognition. Spirit dipped into abyss of a roughness Spiteful violence of triumph of death Demolition of matter and the body Epidemics, wars and the great cataclysms Here it a great feast of the dark spirits. More mortification, more violence. Give them enjoy with destruction. Cry of despair and entreaty of suffering Tune of delight by great celebration. Only death and destruction restores Equilibrium of a Nature. Birth... And Death Birth and death - two secrets Nature - Grand enigma of essence of life. Sources of life beginning of way And aspiration to unknown. Cry of a born child, smiles of happiness And tears of a joy. Commencement of life - perishable life Burning down a flame of Universe. Birth is a beginning of living thing, But death interrupts everything. Voices, Voices of the dead Call into black boundless chasm. Supplication and cry of suffering souls - They are in pain in eternal cold. Closed the door in Eternity or non - existence. But voices, Dead voices Call into black boundless chasm. And aura of dead souls Superimposes seals of grief and sorror. The dark souls go on earth as shadows In silence of night. And only the celebration of death Gives dying ecstasy to them. Birth and death - two secrets Nature - Grand enigma of essence of life. The end of life - completion of vital way Death of reason. Crying over funeral train, grimaces of suffering And tears of the grief. Completion of life - perishable life Burning down in a flame of the Universe. Birth is a beginning of living thing, But death interrupts everything. Agony Of Despair He feels self constrained between casket boards. He cannot breath freely and to rise hands. It's impossible to be turned And cadaverous toxic steams Fill his cramped casket in the dead cave. The thought about burial alive Perforate into his brain Unspeakable horror and the fear Will be widge in his consciousness: "To die in an own grave" - Agony of despair. Screaming... Suffering... Heartrending voice from under earth. Desperation... Desolation... Terrible death in the common grave. He cry, with hope, That he will be heard, But thikness of ground Muffles his the harrowing cry. Air is condenced, the forces are strained, Chest rises with heavy breath. Face glow. The blood flows from a nose and month. The blood fills the cascet. He scratches boards of coffin stripping off finger-nails, He pull out hair, he tears to pieces own flesh. The thought about burial alive Perforate into his brain He knock on a cover of a coffin, The lumps of ground crush his body. He swins in the blood. Black feeble dark around. Screaming... Suffering... Heartrending voice from under earth. Desperation... Desolation... Terrible death in the common grave. His cry chokes in bloody musilage Current from a throat, Mixing up with gurgle and death rattle ...He is dead. |
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