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«Black Rat's Liturgy» - 2000


Трэк лист:

1. From Heathen Forest (инструментал)
2. Times of War for the Motherland
3. Dead Single King
4. Black Rat's Liturgy (инструменталь)
5. Follow Your Master! (Black Rats' Lithurgy)
6. Dragon's Fire

 
 1. From Heathen Forest (инструментал)
 
 2. Times of War for the Motherland
 
 Raid to the North
 Provoked a fury of Mental House
 I listen to mother's lie:
 "Son! Defend, hold out not to die!"
 The knot of ruddy earth
 Is a small garden of the birth.
 In any time I am ready to laugh
 And split enemies' bums to half!
 
 Awake! My baleful world is in the dark
 Times of war!
 Awake! You are the boring little fuck.
 So open wooden doors,
 Today it is time!
 
 Light follows the light,
 Sectarians grow their might.
 Rails rush to Hell,
 Ring as Funeral Bell.
 Mass! Bloody mass
 As tiger, as stranger guest,
 Comes quickly like a tick,
 Burns my brain like I'm seasick!
 
 Awake! My baleful world is in the dark
 Times of war!
 Awake! You are the boring little fuck.
 So open wooden doors,
 Today it is time!
 
 I am on the final breath,
 Trying to fight against Jesus fans,
 My friends are the spear and axe,
 The wounds are full of pus and the eggs of flies!
 
 Awake! I exposed greedy temple of lie.
 Awake! Rubber toys are your favourite style.
 Awake! You are the animals in the men's flesh.
 I'll hide your masks to the hangman's mesh!
 
 3. Dead Single King
 
 Antony's men impeach of king:
 Whores and drinks, feasts and plague.
 They are rebels: they must die
 Through the fire and the lake!
 
 Pestilence hits each yard,
 Land moans from the Crosses,
 I have never seen the awful struggle:
 Nature fights the losses!
 
 Damp grave is near,
 Kind is dead, no fear!
 Dead Single King!
 
 I swallow restive air,
 Sword has never been in hand,
 Until I watch the spirit,
 The spirit of the king.
 
 We cross our swords
 And burn the night of secrets,
 But king becomes a smoke,
 Easy spirit is upon liquid!
 
 Damp grave is near,
 Kind is dead, no fear!
 Dead Single King!
 
 So brutal is the dance of Nature,
 So sudden is the wind of changes.
 
 Devoted slave,
 Vicious fame,
 I keep king's sword.
 Recall true words,
 Dead Single King!
 
 You are dead! Your soul is in eternity!
 
 4. Black Rat's Liturgy (инструменталь)
 
 5. Follow Your Master! (Black Rats' Lithurgy)
 
 Under the pub I made my dwelling
 And I have become the human being,
 Red figy flood leed cheerful mood,
 I hear the steps so good!
 
 Oh, my forsaken rats
 On stranger's hair and hands,
 They are my hungry pats
 Slowly play with your friends,
 I am blind tsar of these dirty rats!
 
 Forget your will to sleep,
 Rats are still on you ...Play! Keep!
 They wonna care: you must beware,
 Remind to you that it's rats' lair!
 
 Oh, my forsaken rats
 On stranger's hair and hands,
 They are my hungry pats
 Slowly play with your friends,
 I am blind tsar of these dirty rats!
 
 You understood hap death.
 Ok! You see my chess?
 The fortune is mine ...
 Blood is the greatest wine!
 
 6. Dragon's Fire
 
 Reptile! I call forth you!
 Dragon! - my fate is calling fatling to serve.
 I believe in your force, again I strain every nerve!
 Say!
 
 We need purification with fire and smoke.
 Watch! I am ready to death!
 You murder our fears, lust of blood and lie.
 Simple men are waiting for the cleansing fire.
 Eradicate all religions, burn to ashes the newest laws,
 Tongue of Dragon hits by thunder the sinful earth.
 Lair is empty! He heard my spells!
 
 Dragon brings the Night,
 Night of fire and Hell.
 No darkness here - only light.
 Move directly to the cracked shell!
 
 Fire!
 
 Pillaged cities and empires,
 Fertile lands and forbidden customs
 Were reduced to ruins.
 No remorse!
 So strong! Devours mostly spineless,
 Manages fatal mess.
 Earth is flamed by the Dragon.
 Dragon runs the Nature’s Forces!
 
 Dragon! - my fate is calling fatling to serve.
 I believe in your force, I strain again every nerve!
 
 
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