Source Of Rot

The loneliness is a state of my spirit.
Flight from an alien sort of the spoiled beings.
Having left the lie house, having left insignificant thoughts,
In a gloom of deep space I am searching for a source of rot.

I hear pain and fear plaints from everywhere.
I see around the evidence of great harm.

The dead world.
I see the latent essence.
Only rage and cruelty emerge in my mind.
Degradation of the person and all kind.
Who has created conditions for life?
In what was a defect?
Having adjoined to it, you will never become pure.
Illness which has no ways of cure.
But you can solve one problem yourself.
To choose the day of your death.

Gloomy thoughts on my mind .
Horror of cursed world's design.

It is useless to try to correct decline laws.
But, it is possible to leave the hint those who will go next.
Forever to put in ice the affected matter.
The conscious termination of existence of race.

I have found rest in foreign lands.
Among new friends. They are waiting for me.
The day will come and I will die.
That something has missed. I should come back.

I hear pain and fear plaints from everywhere.
I see around the evidence of great harm.

Gift From The Supernova

Updating time has come.
The star sheds the cover
As an old skin.
Long before this moment
All has been predetermined.
Event giving rise other event. Your life is mean.
There are no variants. There is no choice.
Only consciousness of the insignificance is possible.
Those who thought they were exclusive,
Conscious of the fast end.

Soon all will change.
One all-absorbing flash.
Whirlwind of an uncontrollable substance
Will erase familiar outlines of the world.
Visible chaos is only illusion.

Evolution in destruction.
Unprecedented plays of light and forms are born.
Whoever this great projector may be,
He had a sense of beauty.

Some instants which cannot be realized.
Billions of voices have together let out cry and broken off.


[Choirs]
One flash. And chains are broken off.
One flash. A way to liberty.
One flash. And chains are broken off.
One flash. A way to liberty.
О! The greatest act. Rare event in the dark world of sufferings.

Fly away. Feel freedom. Earlier unknown easiness.
Fly, in hopes to disappear, leave far away from a dead star.

In the lifeless world of freedom the star will start burning again.
From isolated particles planets will be created.
Fugitives will be caught in a network of laws of the creator.
And probably again there will be those, whose sense is minimum.

This is the great product of the spoilt mind.
Tiny copy of something greater.

In Ruins Of Ice

In ruins of ice
Past fragments are visible.
Civilisation monuments
Became gravestones.
Keeping in cold
They are invariable.
They will leave not earlier
Than this world will fail!

Epochs were passed.
Since any movement had stopped.
Now even light of the suns has become dimmer.
All of them are in the same place, in the same tomb.
Artefacts and their creators.
They always will be here, in rest.

Howl of winds.
It is here instead of music.
Singing of dead souls
Without any words.
Light or darkness.
There is no distinction.
Land of oblivion.
Land of those who has found death.

Of spirit, but not of flesh.
Payment for eternal
Conservation of the brainchilds.
As a part of landscape
They have merged with a planet.
Having kept that is really important,
They knew the true price of things.

Fine and never-fading.
Are protected from destruction.
Proud and firm.
Masters of their own lives.
Pass through glacier heart.
Feel and behold them there.
They will suggest to stay with them,
And you cannot resist.

Comprehension of
Senselessness of life.
Former values
Become insignificant.
Give up fear and doubt.
Listen to their call.
They are waiting for you
In the house of ice.

Cycle

Madness.
Eternal change of destruction and a matter reconstruction.
Searching of reply.
What for is it? The grin of God could serve as the answer.
For what to live?
For the sake of what to die?
All will be repeated again.
All value of existence is lie!

To stop movement of stars.
Reality without time.
In it there is a sense.
Dead beauty of heathlands
in rime! Giant - the ancestor.
Symbol of the static world.
He will embrace all real,
And will be forever kept in
cold!

To turn back.
To change rules.
Of divine game.

But we a part of this world and we die every day.
At night we revive so again and again.
You can not bring the creations to complete.
Advance. What sense is in it?

Cyclic quest.
You will not find rest.

But we a part of this world and we die every day.
At night we revive so again and again.
You cannot bring the creations to complete.
Advance. What sense in it?
You will break up to atoms, sooner or later.
But they remain the same matter.
They have absorbed a pain of your mind.
Also become a part of new kinds.

Malefic Time


[Choirs]
Our bowls are full.
Our savage thirst is great.
They are here, with us, they are grateful to fate.

The prayer is over.
It has ceased with last note.
And we make a worthy sacrifice to our god.

Check up cords. Nothing must prevent our ritual.
Faster, fools.
To complete in time for you is important.
When stars will be in an initial position.
This moment will mean the end of our bloody mission.

The rustle of wings is heard by me at night.
The shade goes down from the sky, eclipsing star light.
We listen but we do not raise our heads.
When all will end, we will receive as good as it gets.


[Choirs]
Drink, brothers.
Drink sufferings.
In it is our nature.
Earth pleasure.
Oblivion.
We will go there later.

Shouts of the condemned to die was through monastery walls.
He is going to drink vital force of their souls.
We listen but we do not raise our heads.
When it will end, we will receive as good as it gets.


[Choirs]
Drink, brothers.
Drink sufferings.
In it is our nature.
Earth pleasure.
Oblivion.
We will go there later.

Time comes.
The divine will is executed.
Angelic choir in heaven sounds muted.
When stars will be in an initial position.
This moment will mean the end of our bloody mission.

We Predict


[Choirs]
You have left your children to wait for the end in night.
All is in vain. God of the sun loses bygone might.

Vortex of fatal events. Falling of all our hopes.
We predict our future. We predict our fast death.
It is the end of an old epoch of well-being.
We predict our breakup. We predict our fast death.

Evil. We feel evil in a plan of cherished dream
Guilt of the Maker. Doom. Malevolent act. He has damned this world.

Vortex of fatal events. Falling of all our hopes.
We predict our future. We predict our fast death.
It is the end of an old epoch of well-being.
We predict our breakup. We predict our fast death.

Dark. Rage. Doom. Mal. Dodge. Evil. Dark. Rage.

Extinction

On the brink of the world the old star burns down.
It gives not enough light and too little warm.
Only radioactive winds storm everywhere.
It gradually cooled down millions years.
She took away with it to the grave a life,
As once it gave.

No life.
No hope.
Only cold.

Monstrous cataclysms occur till now,
But the destiny of this world is clearly visible.
Time is ruthless to all.
White dwarf and dead planetary remains,
Decorated with ice sculptures
Of the true creator of the Universe.

If only light would suffice to see greatness of a picture.
If only there was someone to look at this splendours.

The lifeless nature regenerates, when the life dies away.
And even in death there is a sense, but not in 'that leaves forever'.

On the brink of the world the old star burns down.
She pick up the rests of a crop of alive.

No life.
No hope.
Only cold.

Still Hope For...

It's very difficult to live, knowing what will happen with you.
To see holl picture and not to know what to do.
I want to forget. That the past leaves as a bad dream.
It seems to me the world stands still and listens when I scream.

Nothing is capable to appeasing this pain.
Heart is dead for a long time, blood flows from heavens as if it was rain.
Initially born in chaos is useless to search for the rest.
I can not believe that it's only a god's jest.
I begin an infinite travel inside of spheres of emptiness.
My eyes have always lied to me. My mind is shrouded in darkness.

Imperfection of soul. My way has led me to grief.
But others will go next. They will have reasons to live.