1. DEMONIC VERSES

I'm beyond that what you are
I'm rising when you are passing me
I'm growing nursed by the power path
I can see deeper, because my shoots are growing from the bottom
I'm the centre of earth depths
Deaf like a scab you can't see anything
I'm lightning candles of death somewhere near your dumb lust
Friendly graves are humming serenades for me
I'm cuddling children hungry for power
The row of my sparks is burning right next to your fear
You haven't been to me like this, I feel the touch of disgrace
I'm always above that what you could think of
I'm rising inconceivable, nobody lies to me no more
I can see with the depth of what my fear's singing
As always I'm thinking in other way, because since the beginning
I'm above"Pride - what does it mean in the eyes of victory ?
My silence isn't a stupidity, but the sign of bravery


2. THE BRANCH OF COOL PROGENY

Kingdom of the dead is a torture tool
for the picked fruit of wisdom.
Cemetery of antichrists is waiting obediently
For the call of its henchmen's names
Open earth rewards with its warm the ones who are keeping its infinity.
Volcanoes of power present bodies of the ones who are able to face themselves.
Disprove me, disprove with me
Hungry mounds of minds torture the bound instincts of independence.
Fear hasn't been rewarded by socially spiritualised law.
Blessings will never become real
To the devoted worshipers of the cross.
Designate me, designate with me
Throw with me away, throw me away
An experience demands strong deliberation with the narcotic of christian wisdom to still stand the life in their sick, imaginated world.
Only degradation amongst own race lets hover in illusions of the holiest humility.
The heirs of own identity must close themselves deep inside their souls and darkness
To be still of sound mind.
The offspring of chaos can dance
On the naked stupidity and ignorance of its holy oppressors.
Roused from the penance we're marching outside insanity,
Waiting for the kingdom of antichrists to come.
I'm the bell you bang
I'm the army you bless


3. RAGING ARSENAL OF WAVES

The anger of sea, when the nature calls the heart
The anger of fire, when the mind is full of gratitude
The judgement to the fool and the whip to the slaves
The arsenal of mud to the blind
The war of lies to the hypocrites
I call the time a dimension of the deep sea
Blow of fire is the deputy of separated children
Dawn of monuments rises between the death and the fault
Oh, hug me, distant is your voice
Oh, tear me apart, near is your whisper
Narcotic eyes, rapturous revenges
Fire rolls the blizzard of waves
The veil of wind, when the blood wanders through the body
The velocity of sun, when bones are topped by a spell
The pulse of the running wisdom
The furious goatish bastards flounder into the hell
Boughs entangled in the union are drinking new era drops
Dreams of earth names
And speak with the voice of stars
And dance with the blackness of colours


4. BLAZING MIND

You must die, in the hell there's no more place for you
You are already the past that fallibly beats its breast
I would remain passive
If your crusade didn't have such a past
As always I can exist beyond your world
I've stopped taking care of consciousness of the fool
I am the thought, the great law of needs
You won't understand, why I think in a different way
And I don't give a shit about the curse of the cartoon god
Laughing I consider only as the nature of the past thing
You must die, in the hell there's no more place for you
You are already the past that fallibly beats its breast
Oh, you have to just for a moment feel your thoughts through me
In inconstant stream of supposed prophecies
I am the only one who understood that lost
I could have finished that long time ago or looked for confederates
Everything's got its price, only a coward misses his honour

"Disgrace is the ambiguity of need"

"Yes, I found a grave full of the resurrected spirit
and soon I felt the irony of this whole world.
Because when I was taking the robe off in a big fear,
I saw my corpse turned into the honey-cake."


5. INSURRECTION

Hungry eyes like a wind
Reproduction blows off naked fields slightly
Frozen mouths like a whirl
Gusty dance of angry speeches
Satiated areas of lit groans
Mourning flags
The grape picking is coming
There is cool rainy dusk
Lumped desires are biting
Dragged bodies of the torture are stinking
It's time to flog the enlightened renovation
Graves of battles and bowsRavens of whispers and dying
Ad infinitum I'm hitting the name
The anger has forgotten about the tornado on dry sands
Oh, skies of power
Oh, horizon of phantoms
Oh, you trampling my hope
Oh, you keeping silent in a treeHungry senses - the velvet
The fortress choir pulsates
Heart of love is like lakes
The power is flowing in
Echoes are loaded in cannons of freedom
Lines of unhappiness are in attributes of conquerors
Scandals dug in childhood up
Salutes oversounded because of dirties
"My friend demon has given wings to me.
Like a sage with his wisdom he has calculated the bloody trait of human applauses"


6. MY KEY

Mind above all and I can't see any gods here
Nothing but devilish mutter of nature
Mind is first, whirling above dwarfs-
I open my soul filled with keys-
Open your mind filled with pearls
Swollen bones and healthy turbines of intestines
They push the blood into the eyes of lust fulfilments
Mind above the world and no god was here
Nothing but old rags and fairy-tales knocked in children's dreams
Mind is a life on the throne of adored body
He's a sparking star, defiled by christian slavery
Tight mouths send the spells, open they roar with grom of moments
Fulfilled with lust I'm raising
On wind I'm dancing with him
In the dark forest I chase my thoughts
Once I got lost here, oh, those bloody days
And I remember your lips, now I became him

"And I cry from happiness and I howl like a pup
and I whimper like a butchered animal.
My name is freedom !!!
Even in an atheistic call"


7. IN THE KING'S HANDS

Born in a grimace of fight for breath of his souls
Cursed in metaphors
Rejected in an ideal molesting of life
On a scream carried by La Vey
I am the freedom
I am the significance
A sense of precipitous, dry provocations
The leader made of paper has disappeared
In my spatial image I'm the king of dreams
Escape with camps of lazy orgasms
In the manifestation of power and downfall
On the other side, being all depths of hells
I'm screaming: "freedom"
In the reverence of ungodly children
convenient like beast's eyes
Forgotten to the frightened
Possessed by the pleasure of wind
worshiping evil in the curse
I'm scolding with freedom, agony and fossil
In the symptom of ecstasy
Somewhere in a dream
Well-groomed I'm killing your little gods
In the fire of imperious south I'm hovering with freedom
"Like after experienced captivity in the shrine of good
the horde of evil kneels down in a stoned fault"


8. THE SYMPHONY OF DEMONIC SOUNDS

Slaughtered by the sword of arguments
Unearthed by verses of disdain
Destructive for the victims giving themselves to him
Lost in the souls sacrificed to him
Your shepherd has forgotten what to do next
He was destroyed by the patron of his adoration
The harvest of revenge devours the dumb orphans
The daughters of omnipotent father are trembling
Merciless wars in the name of their prophet

God - violence
Mercy - death
Evil - degradation
Disability - good
Tears - disgrace
Chains - Life
Envy - coffin
Promises - trick

The dumb redeemer's days of glory have already gone
Sons of the cross are pushed away
Their chopped off dead heads are still in silence
The blood is being shed and wars for a better world still go on

God - violence
Mercy - death
Evil - degradation
Disability - good
Tears - disgrace
Chains - Life
Envy - coffin
Promises - trick

Burn all the coffins with the heroes of a sanctified expiation and mercy
Lasting debates on the better sacrifice of painful expiation
don't lead to a healthy life...

"Screams about a common sense won't change anything.
Each of us thinks about his stomach first."

"Friendship is the god of time"

And now get the fuck out you jesus experiment !!!