Skyfall

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Средь бездны алого сиянья
Увядших отголосков бурь
В коловращении мерцанья
И кровь рубинов, и лазурь.
Небесной чаши прободеньем
Низверглись бастионы Дня,
И камня алтарей кипеньем
Провозгласилась Ночь Огня.

В оправе дымной диадемы
Игрой рубиновых зрачков
Повенчан тернием Телемы
На власть бесчисленных веков,
Сын гроз и шелка лунной Нави,
Певец полуночных ветров,
И вплетена в холстину Яви
Тугая нить всевластных снов:

В лазурном платье горизонта
Несущий Свет, мятежный брат,
Воитель сумрачного фронта
Сошел в мой одичалый сад,
Благословил на Власть и Волю,
Явив мой Дух свой дивный Свет,
Введя мою земную долю
В предвечность Истинных Планет.

BESTIARIUM POOL (MOTHER OF FUTURE PANDEMONIUM)

Beneath the swaying basalt haze
There is a vast subterranian cavern,
No man has ever disturb
The calm of this place.

Bottomless bestiarium pool-
The den of swarming creatures,
The cradle of future pandemonium
For weak mankind...

...And blessed be the funeral of old epoch!
Agony, matricide,
Feeble tribe of mankind...

Рождение новых владык под сенью Предвечной тьмы...

Зачарованный в гидрах заката,
Я смотрю на слиянье стихий:
Трубный глас громового раската,
Дрожь грядущих бесплотных мессий.

Пробуждение в каменных друзах,
Воском плавится горный хрусталь.
Черный вихрь необьятного груза,
Взбудораженный, скорбный астраль.

И, распятый на копьях рассвета,
Обездвиженный волей богов,
И израненный иглами света,
Я узрел воплощение снов.

В переливах горящих пантаклей
Как глашатаи сумрачных рас
Рвутся кадры кровавых спектаклей,
Человека агонии глас.

Some of reptiles, some of worms,
Obscured on their canvas of grotesque
They appears, anthropofagous forms
Of New World Design.

The messiahs of human end,
Foretasting the forthcoming triumph,
They ready for greatest performance
Of Kali-Loka.

...And blessed be the funeral of old epoch!
Agony, matricide,
Feeble tribe of mankind...

Oh! As a penitent sweat of Styx
It comes, it comes, lava-drops on crucifix
Pouring from the chalice of Tomorrow Morning dew,
Chanted in chtonic litanies.

THE FINAL BLIZZARD'S WALTZ

Soma trance
Joined me into this weird vision:
Through darkened spheres
I see their ephemeral shades-
Breed of the vortex descends down to Earth
Entwined in this ball.

Winter Solstice- the acme time of death
There comes snowstorm that had never been before.

Blizzard enthroned in Her spellbound carnival.
Frozen crystal shapes incarnated there
Twisted, waltzing through the halls of everflooded evil
Accompanied by the orchestra bursting through the atmosphere.
(And the throes of tortured Nature will be the overture)

White invasion of ethereal spectral beings-
Led of the Saturn, tin of the Jupiter turns them into one of Elements.

Painful sounds of growing groan
Rolls over Earth and snow become

scarlet, purple, crimson...

My vision remains: now I'm towards the Planetary Gates
And inside my jewelled chariot of rapture I behold the human nightfall.

Town gasped in venomous mud and dust
Exhaled sylphur fumes of diseased and wretched inhabitans.
Now this awakened shadows of past
Swirls over that town in obliteration dance.

Earth under the snowy wastelends-
The desert of the shifting snows.

Blizzard enthroned in Her spellbound carnival.
Frozen crystal shapes incarnated there
Twisted, waltzing through the halls of everflooded evil
Accompanied by the orchestra bursting through the atmosphere.
(And the throes of tortured Nature will be the overture)

THE GOSPEL FOR ICONOCLASTS (NIGREDO IN EXTREMIS)

Remember that day -thus appear the worldwide leprosy,

HOSANNAS!

Foul and expansive disease, gaping sea:
The day he was hatched from the womb of the old juden whore.

HOSANNAS!

Child of divine orgy started this ignorant war.

War! Bastard's Epiphany-
The blessed and the main conspiracy
Of the Pigs Trinity.

Words of maniacs' age:
"Not peace I bring you but a sword".
Sermons of mental bondage:
"Those who not with me are against me".

His sacred cradle was amidst the cattle stalls,
In opposition to the cattle god let we enthralled.
Brand new theology,
The godless theocracy:

"There is no god for you except yourself and your origin is your only prophet"
The liar's carcass is on the cross!
"Thou shalt not feel some confusion or remorse, thy will shalt be steady,

do what thou wilt is the whole law!"

The liar's carcass is on the cross!

Hereafter there is no doubt for us
'Cause we are thorns in wreathe of Christ...
To spit out the juice of Eucharist-
Pungent coctail of juden sperm and liquid incense...

Remember this day! Our hordes overwhelmed with scorn
Impales on spears flocks of monks trembling in final mourn.
Zenith and nadir collision. Renewal... Rebirth...
We are the giants! We are the foundation of Horns...

War! Bastard's Epiphany-
The blessed and the main conspiracy
Of the Pigs Trinity.

The names of platinum hearts:
We are the crowned blasphemers.
To unite once broken apart...
And silent barrow dressed with rust will show us the secrets of the past...

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