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ENGLISH LYRICS
Ultima thuleI wish I never left this rag-walled lodge, Yurt of your kins lost in this polar snow. Your nanny healing, feeding - she knows the dodge Of our gonner bliss to quicken and bestow. Fasten my soul like a drowning prow When germs fill my eyes like bubbles On this pure-white snow... Immense... She's carol-singing, going a-shroving, Quacking on scarred wood to charm away my blight. Toute blanche, oh, toute blanche. Lost in the white to exorcise my night, Wormwood and thyme in roundelay a-soaring. As blind koradji nursing the winter flame. Toute blanche, oh, toute blanche... My second heart awakens from the blame (To love?) This eld of me, how it nets through my goose-skin When my soul exhausted is ravishin' your flesh and burns. At night does she hear us breathe and smile akin The enfilade dormant nympth all swathed in furs? Ultima thule, Oh how fleet and vague was my youthhead obsessed - lane Cimmerian Summer As the butterfly clamped up her wings, paced away like a queen, The dead silence deepened to forever ween. Wretched and comatose like years of heart in its ponderous, tedious slumber. As a tulpa of callowness I smoldered in glo. Will this lewd voracious kiss retake my go? Toute blanche... The beauty born in white reveals in black and red With sound of the burning wood in chimney's candent bed, Hearth of our hearts in impenetrable darkness. So fasten my soul, oh, crone of relict! And the pretty domestic routine is alluring, unfading All those pale morning trains, never coming home rain-traffics Are all left behind Like the stainmarks of amber disturbing On the aged photograph. Do fasten my soul, oh, the fostress of secrecy! For me and my lover. Whirl me circles a-shroving As the raven-flocks of my dark past Scatterband fly apart. And the grave-stones are sprawling And matzevas are falling And the crosses are burning In the sunlight relenting, Icy day overwhelming I level my eyes far behind as I dive Asking my future: "Are my dear ones alive?" Come and vanish my fear! Whirl me circles, oh, sorceress! In the dance of my vertigo and of thy heathen prosody Asperse me with parlance extinct, Bedrop me with life-giving water of will, Coddle me up a-crooning. Love me hardOnce again as a frightened child I choke in the frozen air I'm lost in the snow in the wild In the purest snow of world unfair As I shiver and anticipate The gigantic hands of cruel god Just to grab me with love or with hate Or for something that's never allowed Oh, it's you... you... The one that shouldn't be here One that is never near - did you ever hear my call? And I am just that one that should've never been at all And I sleep in those hands Of my enemy's or friend's See those young days of past forlorn Adolescence been born in the child's heart all torn And it turned and it turned to stone All those dark rooms and sheets Perfumes shirts and cold lips Long way home on a train at night Sexy beautiful friends and their mouths and their hands Running down my neck, music of fight Oh it's been trite but better than apart So hold me tender and love me hard Once again as the loser of man I choke in the frozen air I'm lost in my failure again In the purest snow of world unfair As I shiver and anticipate No more gods but the human in mate Just to grab me with love or with hate Or for something that's almost too late Oh, it's you... you... The one that shouldn't be here One that is never near - did you ever hear my call? And I am just that one that should've never been at all Oh it's been trite but better than apart So fuck me tender And love me hard! The multiverse allusionThis is the most peculiar, perverse malicious rent The acquisition multiverse in single life pretend And our lies parallelized by different legend rooms The different needs and gluts, surplus for different words and wombs With her I am the helpless child, with you the sword I am The one comes closer to defile, the other I condemn It's mad to be the stranger when at home they search for you The wanderlust intoxicates and betrayal is so pure. The human mechanics Romantics determined The fatal organics The trivial torments Like spires cabalic We rise in the shadows We rise like the shadows To bury their silence In whisper of violence And we breed like gods We breed like gods all alone We fuck like hedge born dogs All night long... I should have known before I got the virus of belief I should have grasped that purest God would never give relief If he existed he would kill our fancies first of all But they still lead the way and feel unhindered in the fall And when I look inside myself I'm scared to find this aid As there is nothing to commit I might have been afraid No fear and no regret! And when the pale frozen light of the morning sun finds me broken on the floor I wank off my soul All my tenderness and love dripping down my trembling fingers grazed Insomnia tears my hypnagogic brain The wall becomes a curtain And I can hear the others breathe I hear their atrocious lust And I miss the one that I love a lot The one I lost is the one I last... When we breed like gods We bleed like gods all alone Don't look askance at me We all are just the same sluts The human mechanics Deception determined The fatal organics Acceptance disturbing The wisdom exhausted We rise in the shadows We rise like the shadows To bury their silence In whisper of violence And I miss the one that I love a lot... Miss the one that I love... I thought.. Manufactured abrasiveThe sick one born would sick beget Just kill it all with no regret I praise the justice of the wolves That kill their weak brood We don't deserve your damn regrets We are but dumb marionettes Transgress the bonds of good and bad Of your frail neighborhood And find yourself the King of Pain Destruction and revenge proclaimed As love in frozen catacomb Dead raven's wings vaned o'er the tomb And let your ugliness outrage To kill the beautiful encaged And to surfeit the torture screams Like sweetest cream... And the entire blameless souls would crash within my noose No mercy on the living I just let all hell break loose Let them all suffer as somebody surely must have paid Whole fucking world must pay for me, my every darkened day Put on its knees - unending rape! Blood showers and there's no escape (As I sacrifice your fucking soul to the Ruler of Darkness) And find yourself the King of Pain Destruction and revenge proclaimed As love in frozen catacomb Dead raven's wings vaned o'er the tomb I wish I sold my pathetiс soul to the Evil... Forgetting the conscience and empathy I wish I were the Abyss of Hate But that is too late... Adelphopoiia tis lagneiasIn the fane of our sorrow when it rains red and gold When the silver of welkin kills the sky in a fold When the moonsnake is haunting every sleepwalking child And the music of bane flows in the heart from the wild When all demons are loveful and all gods burn in hell Let the virus surround us in the poisonous well The entire drowned lilies, dead boys' choir in the wood Our meat on the brazier fusing flesh neighborhood Could we ever be so free? Could we ever be that pure? If you killed yourself for me I would kill myself for you By the orthodox mumble swept by Byzantine breeze Your cold fragrance I swallow and your fondness I squeeze With your genital's ichor rushing up in my veins I am intoxicated - no control there remains On the sheets of thy virtue, in the garment of shame Your timidity's sobbing, innocence playing games Let our child's perverse dreaming and our mature dark pain Tear the living asunder, kill and torture and maim Raping angels and choking with their semen and blood Join to suffer the pleasures we may find in the mud All that we were deprived Rise to me on demon wings Hug me with the raven's dreams Bacchic epileptic dance Breed the light and give us chance Can we ever be so free? Can we ever be that pure? If you kill yourself for me I will kill myself for you |
We are the last extreme theodicy Blood-brothered Daimon anf Pythius I see Into their sateless nympholepsy And I love what I see! Then when I find myself that heady in my wet slum in the dark Nasty serbian girl is slobbering and gets it up to suck And I feel wet bottom crawling, smell of moisture, smell of shit Like a den of unforgiveness I am punished put to rats And I feel my lust prevailing at the pain and shame the fear And I breed the dirty body and I crash it and I feed As we circle like a snake-pond we inflate disgust and need And some nasty British fratboy beating harder on my meat I need this freshly-beaten cattle warm I need a little hell cloud to become the perfect storm We are dreamers. We are angels We have ravished this cruel world Saint with murder, holy butchers Crime as flood has come ashore We're depression, we're destruction We are birds of suicide Butterflies of no-tomorrow Stay forever on our side Rise to me on demon wings Hug me with the raven's dreams Bacchic epileptic dance Breed the light and give us chance Can we ever be so free? Can we ever be that pure? If you kill yourself for me I will kill myself for you Raping you was like raping a god Like crucifying the hurricane... Kill yourself for me Kill myself for you. Wrong person, right attitudeNo pity is there in my heart When I look at you Black covet, eager for revenge - my part When I conquer you... I got no love inside of me - I got nothing to give (I only want to take - more and more) I want you coz you're young and free full of your frail belief I need to come I need to waste on you Destruction is the only way that can be true No turning back, the turning point Is far behind us Evil I am, call what you will, the joint Is where the dark is multiplied by darkness It isn't fire but the trash of amber The burnt down fane, the torture chamber Null width and zero longitude Wrong person, right attitude! So suck it hard, swallow it down Drink the lava of pain We are the marked, we are all thrown We do exist in vain Shapeless, meaningless- full of foam and mud Heartless, mindless - in the eternal feast of blood Truth is violence - violence is truth Love is control, love is addiction and hate Love is hate! No turning back, the turning point Is far behind us Evil I am, call what you will, the joint Is where the dark is multiplied by darkness It isn't fire but the trash of amber The burnt down fane, the torture chamber Null width and zero longitude Wrong person and right... Right attitude! PeacefullyThere is the only lullaby that can endure the aeon Eternal song for mature ones, as for the old and teen It is the promise of the winter, whisper in the drifting snow All that the proto-vernal days and hodiernal springs do start their show With... 'Tis the fox in her hole, 'tis the bird in her nest And the son of the man who found his place to rest Peacefully... 'Tis the one of the thousands of the uniform lands As they look all the same - just the thousand dead-ends It has just moved bit forward so we could see it and let Let it suck us in and follow our saving droplet Peacefully... So many times we heard them say 'hey, that will be alright!' And then we saw them off into their suicidal night Once in a while we can palpate the fast relief of quiescence Yes, once upon a truth our saving hopes and dreams made sense... 'Tis the wolf filled with moonlight - and the sheep safely graze Serpent drawing the circles on the waters for grace 'Tis the fox in her hole, 'tis the bird in her nest And the son of the man who found his place to rest Peacefully... Promise of the ancient winter, Whisper in the snow among Traces lost behind the tinder And with mermaids song We're peacefully drowning We have found our place to rest Peacefully drowning... Monopoly in miraclesThis is the true depression When you don't love the rain no more When your saint has become a whore And lost all his memories... Yes, this is the true extinction When you're lost midst the empty names When the void years are all to blame And your wasted reveries... This is the fake fire in Limbo This is the true depression This is the old man single This is the last deception And lies and lies and lies, the only lies Have the monopoly in miracles. Pity and funny when you're hanging on CB Can't tip a token and boost up 10 dBs Hark thru shit music to hear words of hate Watchin' em argue and commiserate Can't get enough with the volume you crank Forgot why you came here - it was just to wank But wishing them love Wishing them love Recognizing yourself... This is the fake fire in Limbo This is the true depression This is the old man single This is the last deception And lies and lies and lies, the only lies Have the monopoly in miracles. Faggots are they with ambitions and tan Earning with crap shows - there ain't no fun Bold douchesaures and no single fan Yes, this must be Russia or Uzbekistan There ain't no pussies, nor tender defile But overdued clownery - yeah - same doggy-style This must be sick like a hanging forced dick But what is your life if you pick... This true depression... This is the fake fire in Limbo This is the degradation This is the decomposition This is the decompression True life deception And lies and lies and lies, the only lies Have the monopoly in miracles. The monopoly in miracles. The path of my travailsI wish I could enfold your precious memories Feel the eternal like the last cold day alive Unite the past and future in our reveries Immortal and inspired in thunder's height to drive I wish our aeon to be lush and adventurous With sober wanderlust and steady sense of home The angel fallen woken as the rose Is but the sign of love and lust In the garden of loss I wish you were my Atlantis, my lover I shall become an eagle's rage to hunt and hover And I wish he was your Wotan In the Tideland Your masterplan, your maze, horned rabbit-king, your Gotham, key to survival in my hand And I could be that fertile and archaic as your grandpa's tabatiere on the table of mahogany, fleur de sel, just a tale of relief, your saving methadone, a project of a future human ruled up, detailed like the Vitruvian Man in drawings And in the end of my travails Is there a hope for me? Decades behind me, but I lived so low I wasted misery but I loved so low And I was not myself and I was never free I can't remember merry summer day I don't know what the happiness may be... I wish our aeon to be lush and adventurous With sober wanderlust and steady sense of home The angel fallen woken as the rose Is but the sign of love and lust In the garden of loss I wish you were my Atlantis, my lover As I shall become an eagle's rage to hunt and hover I wish I could forever dwell there in our precious memories... The end of fear and painFor nature's studious reason There's spring and there is fall But I pursue the season Of peace for heart and soul 'Cause in fall of my years I comprehend the curse Of living through the tears In sorrow, fear, remorse. It's like the eyes but shut wide Like sky that's always gray Like better day I abide That never comes my way The winter I have chosen For sanity it brings The wounds of fear are frozen So that it heals my wings If the Ultima Thule Is bound to happen then The snow would whiten purely Like nurse's mitten'd hand The hospital gown whiteness The end of fear and pain The sigaldry of kindness Thaumaturgy unnamed... Oh dear, hold me fast, Fasten my soul! May 16, 2019 © Copyright: Ардаллион, 2019 |
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