1. APOCALYPSE CYANIDE

Apocalypse cyanide,
Night without dawn
Without a drop of light
In the well of life
Apocalypse cyanide,
Death of the matter
Burnt decorations
Of the world as we know it

The day miscarriaged of the dead
Of the last sighs of the earth
The fading disc of the sun
Will not awake the mist in the valleys

Like armies before the battle
In fearful morning silence
The city molochs in a stand still
Swollen with human mass

The bony fingers of death
Will close eyelids of the dark
Premortal act in theatre
Wrecks on the empty roads

Dying down lights in the windows
Horror vitrified in tears
Oxygen in ink of sounds
Spell boud in human fright

Apocalypse cyanide,
From the depths of space
From the open bronze gates of infinitiy
Apocalypse cyanide,
In the breath of decay
The creatures from the beginning of time
Are coming

The blasphemous wind tore
The veil of the worlds
Linking parallel dimensions
With a bridge
The ruptured ulcer
Split poisonous pus of sins
The lashing with a thorny whip
Of contempt is coming

The raped warm womb of mother earth
Turned into the devil’s prey
Mutilated with the howling of hordes
Without mercy, one death for all

Two rays have connected
The earth and the sky
Treading in a merciless march
One - sparkling white of energy
The other – hurricane of fire

In the half-light of the king of the earth
Without colours and shapes
After the war on the frontiers
The refugees tremble in a frenzy

The remnants of the veil
The relics of this world
The wretched remains of form
Without body, aura, sense
Blind and naked souls
Tasting the depths of void
In claws of the primal power
Sentenced and defenceless

Apocalypse cyanide,
Bare beings
Burnt off the armour of earthly lust
Lost among the weeds of paradise
On the verge of the outskirts of hell

Apocalypse cyanide,
The string of time’s broken
The pariahs are sobbing
In eternal yearning
Quenching their thirst out of a pure well
The larvae shelled out of their cocoons


2. VITALITY

Vital energy, fuel of the flesh
Psycho-motricity, carnal desire

The machine full of impulses of life
Blood pulsates in tense muscles
Desire, sex, infidelity, urge
Electric impulses in the loins
Passionate fever, no reflections
The essence of humanity

I can’t find joy in myself anymore
Tormented with a daily toil
The essence of vitality rinsed
Out of mortal shell at the vale of tears

Predators anointed with the absolute
Touched by endless force
Fleshy puppets enslaved by permanence
Compulsion of nature, procreation

Shining from the inside
We waste the gifts
Not willing to see the glow
Mindless chase melts life out of us
Drop by drop like wax of candle

My perception of vital impulses
Sent by the world in every moment
Has fallen down to trace levels
All that’s left is a dogma to last and last

In the trap of lust and freewill
A pawn in the showdown of upheavals
Awaken consciousness hurts so much
When the third eye looks for signs

As soon as we’re born we are dying
Creatures with taint of existence
Mindlessly squandering the energy
In a perfidious provocation

To last, to mix body and soul
Just like earthly angels
Amoral for human dogmas
Sanctified by green gods

Let’s embark on the journey
To the source of the river of life
To wash off the dirt of the civilization
Of the animal
Let the tears be shed
As a monsoon rain of catharsis
On the verge of finding the heart
Of the matter


3. OUTCASTS FROM CASSIOPEIA

Why did an animal skin-clad savage
Experience the gift of consciousness
Why do the species deserve such prison
Free will in chains of the flesh
Barbarian nomads from the abyss
Outcasts from their own kingdom
Fertilized the minds of golems
With incantation

During the black night tucked in a coat of stars
When longing tears out of the chest
While looking into boundlessness you serach
For cassiopeian home
More beautiful than all the nereids

The oneiric dream of your life
Addicted to daily stimuli
You already vomit with a digital code
True son of the cosmic fathers

Only yesterday you drank the blood of your victims
In a wild rush killed to live
Today usurp the right to the life
Of all creatures although you mean nothing
During the black night tucked in a coat of stars
When longing tears out of the chest
While looking into boundlessness you serach
For cassiopeian home
More beautiful than all the nereids

When the end of our times comes
The forefathers will come in dreams
To see the vile beast
At the bottom of soul of everyone of us