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Deliverance from God
05:25
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Raised under the century old monotheistic oppression,
Since childhood absorbing docilely the poison divine,
Taught to feel ashamed for your own natural instincts and passion
And spirit from matter mindlessly in vain to divide.
Deliver us from holy lies,
From flawed and boring paradise,
Your sizzling love we should go through.
Oh, god, deliver us from you.
Fragile invalid metaphysics leads to non-viable values,
To obscure beliefs that, many times's been shown, do not correspond our reality.
"Feel thankful for colourless life, that he has given" they tell us,
Maintaining the legend of virtue of mediocrity.
Praise free will,
Praise rebellion against tyranny of the blind demiurge.
Hail hell's seal,
Hail to those who can see in inferno not oven but forge for their urge.
Let's make all see Heaven's bankruptcy.
Never dreamed of the promised salvation
Or asylum in shade of his might.
As Jehova starts purification,
Nothing but hollow light’s left inside.
Never craved to deserve life eternal
Or dissolve in celestial grace.
Better to unconditionally turn off,
Than to suffer among nightless days.
Our spirits, finally with no chains,
Lawlessly endeavor
To search through the never
Far beyond his sick and sterile reign.
Deliver us from seeing signs,
From piety to ugly shrines,
Disgraceful rites, prescribed to do.
Oh, god, deliver us from you.
Fragile invalid metaphysics leads to non-viable values,
To obscure beliefs that, many times's been shown, do not correspond our reality.
But even the clerics confess, this world is ruled by the devils,
Overtly renouncing and mocking supreme deity.
Praise free will,
Praise rebellion against tyranny of the blind demiurge.
Hail hell's seal,
Hail to those who can see in inferno not oven but forge for their urges.
Let's make all see Heaven's bankruptcy.
Never dreamed of the promised salvation
Or asylum in shade of his might.
As Jehova starts purification,
Nothing but hollow light’s left inside.
Never craved to deserve life eternal
Or dissolve in celestial grace.
Better to unconditionally turn off,
Than to suffer among nightless days.
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The Terminal Archetype
05:44
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Humanism and tolerance turned from instruments of mankind's liberation
Into a universal excuse for weakness and degradation.
As response to threat to the human ingenuity and rationality
In noosphere there are seeds of new paradigms and mentality.
When absurdity reaches the eternity
And reliance on mind almost dies,
Then arises the rebel alternative,
Crystallizes the terminal archetype.
Terminal archetype!
Humanness as principle must be denied.
Forgiving stupidity blinds our sight.
Control your "too human" while using the beast,
Evolve to a kind that still does not exist.
Man's only stage in process of evolution.
It is not hatred but just exposure of illusions.
Psyche already contains core for evolution of our narrow weak mind.
For transforming modern people to a much more keen and developed kind.
Qualities that contributed to man's success in recent past
Now make his brain too retarded, now make his brain slow down and simply rust. Rust!
Man's only stage in process of evolution.
It is not hatred but just exposure of illusions.
When absurdity reaches the eternity
And reliance on mind almost dies,
Then arises the rebel alternative,
Crystallizes the terminal archetype.
Terminal archetype!
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Arrogance of Worms
04:14
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Placed in the best of the worlds by old babblers,
Mankind imagines itself to be host
Vainly believing that human life matters
And all it's legacy would not soon be lost
Anthropocentric concepts endowed with expectations
Much more optimistical than we deserve
Nature around is presumed to have moral,
Passion's supposed as above so below
Weird, obsolete, but considered as normal
Humanization of all that is known
Phenomena far beyond imagination,
Vast spaces of void.
Why should they live up distent expectations
Of seven billion purblind paranoid?
Not for us this world has appeared
Needlessly to pray and appeal!
"This powerful force which permeates the universe is too impersonal to care about the happiness or misery of flesh‐and‐blood on this ball of dirt."
What if man's intellect force never rises
To feel the entity,
If it projects it's own sqalor and vices
On worshipped and on despised deities?
Not for us this world has appeared
Needlessly to pray and appeal
All forms decay and arise (with reprise)
Contrary to soul-saving lies.
Human beings can feel Satan's favor
Until they are the smartest breed observed.
We see world through naive childish prism,
Hope to find habitual laws and forms.
This is our hidebound optimism,
This is our arrogance of worms!
Arrogance of worms!
Mankind is just spark of raging chaos flame...
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Порог (The Threshold)
03:46
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Сумрачный лес с большим трудом осилен,
Что нам средь жизни обещал поэт.
И близок миг тот на пути к могиле,
После которого распутья нет.
Кто-то его пройдет, не замечая,
Как не заметил прежде ничего.
Медлить другой начнет отчаянно,
Метаний всех узрев исход.
Настал и мой черед переступить порог.
Пусть часть меня еще спасенья хочет.
Но к слабовольным зов запределья строг,
И я ныряю в пламя первозданной ночи.
Долгие годы изысканий
Неотвратимо привели сюда,
К тлеющей бреши в мироздании.
Смогу ль решиться без труда?
Пусть сгину вместе с слабостью и я,
Не выдержав открывшегося в бездне.
Все лучше, чем загнуться в топи бытия
От предрешенности судьбы, как от болезни.
В пропасть падение,
Сполохи тьмы,
Перерождение,
И новый смысл!
Настал и мой черед переступить порог.
Пусть часть меня еще спасенья хочет.
Но к слабовольным зов запределья строг,
И я ныряю в пламя первозданной ночи.
Пламя первозданной ночи,
Пламя первозданной ночи...
The Threshold
Just barely this gloom wood is overpowered,
What's promised by the poet in the midst of life
And moment on the way to grave's in hour,
After which there're no crossroads and our strifes
Someone will pass it blinded to
As have not noticed anything before
The other will delay it nail-and-tooth,
Seeing the outcome of all his scores
It is my turn to cross this horrid threshold
May part of me still want the saving light
But to the weak-willed the outland's call's blindfold,
And I will dive into the flame of night
Long years of developments
Brought me night follows day
To smold'ring gaps in universe.
Can I decide at easy rate?
To perish here along forever
With weakness stood at the abyss
It's better than the swamp-ish nether
With fate's foreclosure as disease
The fall into the abyss
The flashes of darkness
Metamorphosis
And a new sense
It is my turn to cross this horrid threshold
May part of me still want the saving light
But to the weak-willed the outland's call's blindfold,
And I will dive into the flame of night
Flame of the Pristine Night
Flame of the Pristine Night
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Renunciation Moscow, Russia
Black metal with technical and progressive death influences.
Moscow, Russia
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