1. TORNADO

Heavy clouds in the North.
Wicked unlive power
Proceedinging from the earth.
Evil's gate and black towers.
Snow tornado is carried forward
Away from the Castle of Mist
Like mortal steel dart
Feeling a bloody feast.

[Chorus]
The cold creeps to your house.
They are inhabitants of dreams, archetypes of fear.
You will not rescue neither a pray nor gold.
Look at the North, they're drawing near.
Snow tornado - it's my brother.
Snow tornado - my blood, my flesh,
Butcher cutting one by other,
The black lash, the fury slash.

Shadows is rushing over the town.
In their eyes reflects the steel.
In the sky are whirling bloodthirsty crows.
My army goes to kill.
It's my revenge for the dead witches,
My revenge for your blaze,
My revenge of a parody to God,
To the one who has set of faces.

The bloody flame of day departs away.
Ravens torment a corpse. Total decay.
Deathly - pale roses in the turned black hand.
Misty light wraps up my land.
The song of the dead child
Flies above deserted fields.
Guardian angel weeps over body.

...Sunset...Snow.
Too late to remorse.


2. FIRE OF HATE

Crazy dance of bloody shades.
Death observes from opened gate.
All fury of my heart
Has merged in a steel dart.
The hellish fire flashes.
It lives to disrupt,
To tear to parts your flesh,
To add poison to your cup.

Burn, burn fire of hate!
Burn fire of fate!
Burn so as a lacerate, burn!
Burn fire of hate!

Flame and blood,
Smell of steel,
The pleasure by revenge,
The thirst of kill.
Death observes from opened gate.
The wind sing a song of hatred!
The wolf flight runs towards to a dawn.
Die damned spawn!!!
Die!


3. GRAVE FOR THE SLAVE

Slave-driver waves the lash
And on your back splits a flesh.
The block behind the block is under construction a pyramid.
Day after day. The slave is dead!

Destiny of slave - to decay in a grave.
Destiny of slave - work, lash and a grave.

Grave for the slave.
Dig your grave!

Grave-digger dig the grave for yourself!
Slave-driver dig the grave for yourself!
You will die but the pyramid will stay.
Time will pass also your bones will turn to clay.


4. RECREATION OF THE WORLD

Day is coming to the end.
Last seconds like a black sand.
Fiery tongues of the sky
Are licking human lands.
The flame is devouring a shrine.
The wind is drawing dead lines.
I'm standing in the middle of the withered field
And the wind is burning to ashes my flesh.

House fragments, tombstones of the walls.
The black sand strew between my fingers.
The sky put on the funeral mask.
The world is going to pieces.
Earth has washed in the blood
Of the new - born lamb.
The blood is the drug for the earth's skin,
The paint for a portrait of the truth.

...3000-th year. Poison sea.
The name of a new king is Fear.
The burning sun above the desert.
Mutants colony is alive yet.
Blind fish in the black water.
Live or die - what does is matter?
Last convulsions of the world.
In the dying body soul has been sold.

The genius of the human mind self - exalted
By means of recreation of the world,
By means of respiration of the nuclear wind
And total self - destruction.
The infant with synthetic skin
Is burning in the rubbish pit,
Insane carnivorous stars
Drift in a stream of shit...