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The shining one
Fallen angel, vanquished and exiled,
Tortured, enchained deep beneath earth and sky.
Broken wings, blinded eyes,
Muted mouth, filled with gloomy, grim mountains.
Light and freedom, the prime-wisdom of God,
He fought for these goods, he fought to exalt mankind.
But he failed, he lost the fight,
Got bound, enslaved, and without our guardian angel,
We instantly fell into the dark.
He's who defies the spreading darkness,
The brightest,
He is the one, who lights the night,
The morning star.
He has new wings to fly, to soar
The vast sky,
His voice is loud, his eyes are shining bright.
He's awake, he'll retrieve
The pure divine knowledge,
We've lost at the dawn of the times,
He'll dispel the dense,
Strangling mist of ignorance,
He'll bring the light,
He will bring us the light!
We are still living in the Dark Lord's realm,
In the world of black substance.
(But) shade and fear will disappear,
When the tongue-tied speaks,
Mountains are crushing down,
(And) his voice fills the whole universe.
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The best thing in life
Life's a show, and we are all
Doomed to play our roles.
The script is strange, gets always changed,
The characters are tools.
I know, I feel: hell's now, hell's here...
Why have I been sent here?
Why did I get born?
What sins might I have committed,
That I am paying for?
Each waking's a grievous return
From a distant land to this grim life on Earth.
Afloat hours long between the two worlds
I relive all pains and torments of birth.
I like wind and the raindrops on my skin,
I like the life-giving rays of Sun,
The clean, refreshing water of the spring.
I like night with silver Moon and shining stars,
I like darkness, I like daylight,
But the best thing in life is to die...
The audience is cryptic,
And they want to see our blood,
I'd drop my mask, ruin the sets,
And leave the stage, but how?!
I know, I feel: hell's now, hell's here...
How could I leave this place,
And avoid to be back?
Which way of passing's safer than the
One that brought by death?
A lifetime lasting, incessant wait
For something, that comes to fulfill my fate.
Just now, lately I could understand:
I've been waiting for my very last breath.
I know, I feel: hell's now, hell's here...
This world looks often so very weird,
Lights are dim, as if end is near.
I feel so strange, I can't find my place,
I wish, I could vanish without trace!
I like trees as they whisper in my ears,
I like the heavy fog in the woods,
I like the odor of the fallen leaves.
I like the flight of the falcon way up high,
I like the miracles of nature,
Still the best thing in life is to die...
I like clouds as they wreathe and fill the sky,
I like the anger of elements,
I like when thunder strikes and shakes the ground.
I like bliss, I like cheerfulness, and love,
The kiss, the embrace of my beloved,
Yet the best thing in life is to die...
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As Earth ascends
In the endgame of an era,
In the final decanate
We are standing at a cross-road:
To survive or to fade away?
Captured by matter
Hopeless slaves to gold
Are sinking deep into
The swamp of corruption.
The swamp of corruption,
The marsh of decay.
Burden of deeds - a force that pulls down,
There's no way to meet the exalted vibe.
Priests of a false and liar god,
Avid despots, parasites,
Gold and power cannot save them,
With full pockets none arise.
They cannot interfere,
They get out of mesh,
Their souls are crying in
The jail of the rotting flesh,
The jail of rotting flesh,
The prison of clay.
Joints of the world are cracking aloud,
Heavy's the weight: the sin of mankind.
Dire miracles, ominous signs,
There's no Sun, no Moon, and there are no stars.
Thunder and lightning, cascade of stones,
Screams of the fallen - grating, maddening noise.
Soaked with the essence of their own deadly sins
Like a will-o'-the-wisp they all combust,
They melt in the thin air in a blink of an eye
When the hot breath of God turns them to dust.
But from the ashes
A new life begins
As Earth ascends
To a higher grade of existence.
There's no volition, there are no names,
Life is in coma, embraced by shades,
Gates of (the) under worlds are opening wide,
Lost souls are rambling in the world with no light.
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