1. ADVENTVS REGIS

“Chcę niszczyć nie na to, żeby odbudowywać ruiny, ale na to żeby niszczyć. Bo zniszczenie jest moim dogmatem, moją wiarą, mojem ubóstwieniem. Może przecież w tem wszystkiem tkwi myśl o ludzkości, ale to jest mi obojętne. Chcę tylko zniszczenia...”

The expectation of things to come...
Transformation of the human nature.
Discrepant emotions that boil inside of you
Are now becoming clear.

Things you've gone through
Have left deep scars across your tortured soul.
Blood has been shed
And thus a new vision has been born.

So, do what thou wilt!
And fuck the worthless scum of the Earth!
Dream! Fear not to reach
Where others do not even dare!

Think of the past
But place yourself on the other end of the rainbow...
Embrace your fate, come into being once again...

Adventvs Regis!
Listen to horns announce his coming...
...and pray to no one ever since.

Adventvs Regis!
Welcome the king inside you
And pray to no one ever since.

Adventvs Regis!
Listen to horns announce his coming...
As you're a slave no more, forevermore!

Eritis sicut Deus! Eritis sicut Deus!

Open up his wounds rub salt into them and squeeze them hard.
Make him feel again the pain of every soul his spirit was meant to bestow upon.

Oh mighty Lord!
Are you the one who was meant to save me?
Save me and other scum of the Earth?
How does it feel now to be a victim?
A victim of your own pathetic masterplan...

The expectation of things to come...
Transformation of the human nature.
Discrepant emotions that boil inside of you
Are now becoming clear.

“Jest przecież wiele w tem prawdy, że wszyscy jesteśmy dziećmi Szatana. Wszyscy ci, którzy gnani rozpaczą i zwątpieniem czują trwogę, wszyscy ci, których sumienie jest obciążone... I jest w tem wiele słusznego, że życie jest królestwem Szatana: piekłem... Po śmierci ujrzymy może coś tak głupiego i banalnego, jak raj... Zresztą sądzę, że wszystko to, w co ludzie wierzą, jest nieprawdą – przeciwnie...”


2. METEORON

Come, oh Mother Night
And spread your wings over their dreams.
Let me taste their peaceful yearning
For delusive wishes to come true.

Let me see your light dance
With the shadows of their souls.

Born from your womb Meteoron.
Cast down from heaven racing fast toward the Earth Meteoron...

Now watch him devour the world in which they live.

Come, oh Father Storm
And blow the sails of their ignorance.
Let your anger fall upon them...
Rape their guardian angels!
Rip their fucking hearts out!

May that carrion left at the mercy of vultures
Remind survivors of certain values.
Let it be a warning to those who thought they ruled this world
Since they’re nothing but usurpers to the throne.

The Morning Star Meteoron.
Cast down from heaven racing fast toward the Earth. Meteoron...

“Jestem tylko meteorem, który na chwilę zabłyśnie, na chwilę ludzkość straszy i przeraża, a potem nagle niknie – a szczęśliwy jestem, że tym przeświadczeniem żyję. Droga meteorom wyznaczona jest miliard razy dłuższa aniżeli zwykłym gwiazdom...”

“Być meteorem, to istotna moja tęsknota: zniszczyć na swej drodze kilka światów, roztopić je w sobie, wzbogacić się nimi i po miliardach lat znowu powrócić, stokroć gorętszym blaskiem rozpłonąć, wieść nowe przemiany i wywody i znowu zniknąć – to to, co w moich najkosztowniejszych snach przeżywam... Niech zgasnę, czym prędzej zgasnę, bym mógl tylko we wzmożonej potędze powrócić... A wrócę – wrócę!”


3. MOON

It's the last gasp... In winsome silence I rested on the house of the passing world to fulfill the tragedy of my own life, among thousands of forgotten existences. It's astounding, how many tears had to be cried out, how many grains of sand penetrated through the fingers of cruel time, before I came here deprived of the rags of ignorance left with just a stubborn picture of deadness or life that's waiting for me... I curse that day when Gods sent me that gift staying on the lonely particle of my Ego. I curse that sword and scales laying in my bleeding hands. Some crazy, protracted note is gnawing into chasms of my consciousness tearing into pieces the memory of the deepest dreams, crushing and smashing everything inside of the eternal element of duration of the fantasy that I created against the unfriendly forces' will. The only thing I remember is the immortal, horribly bright Look, secular essence of life and death. Just like the lonesome lightning that brightens impenetrable darkness of the dead horizon. I remember the abyss with no beginning, with no end, abyss growing bigger and bigger at frightfully fast rate, to finally reach the dimension I couldn't conceive even in my mind's eye... And then was only the silent scream that snatched my drifting body from the embrace of the Silent Ruler of The Infinity. Now, I know what I really desire! Unsheathed blade of my liberation that shone with silver of the saddened moon... In the dim candlelight I find again the stairs leading to a stage. Slowly, my hands are scattering the thickening smoke. I'm reaching the next steps. I can't stop anymore. There's only one moment left... Only there I will find longed-for tranquility.


4. VAR

Listen... Here it is the majesty of silence. It's a beauty of gardens of divine unconsciousness ...and harp's silver strings pulling by the gasp of the wind. Angel sadness. Angel peace. The shine of the most distant star dried out the ocean of remembrance. No!!! There's still one drop left... The pearl of free conscience in the crown of poisoned restraint. Close your tired eyes. You will see the desire of glory enveloped in the veil of virginity. Over the tops of Your imagination gleamed a new sun... Tear off the flower fed on its rays. You're silent. In naked imagination you paint the schizoid picture of your passion. Only you and your flower – the fruit of diabolical lust that you don't try to hide. Oh, what a beautiful scent, what a beautiful sight. Kiss the petals of sin, kiss the womb of Eternity. The morning dawn drinks off the dew of your memories. It's them! Jealous angels... They've cut the gown of the Night with the dagger of betray, to master a heart that begot a pleasure. Feel, how your heart burns with hate. Amongst the ripples of the painful memory you will hear the inner calling reminding the desire of revenge. The call of bestial nature. The one which stole the colour of your passion will pay for it with his life. The blade of free conscience is seized with desire of rage... Of blood!!! Yes... blood!!!


5. DIES IRAE

Your name is cursed... Why? Yes, you remember now. In frantic wrath you recognize the pictures of time. Monuments of your own crime you bedew with silver tears. There's no reason to grieve, grief becomes vain. Let the sword of Macrocosmos smash the enemies of freedom. Only one is worthy of bliss, who has the seed of desire. War against the usurpers of glory!!! War agains the thieves of happiness!!! The hideous vision of gratification kindle the new delights... The stream of crimson soiled a heavenly light. The landscapes of compensation painted in the blood of indifference. Hills around are overgrown with the forest of crosses but upon the one, there's no flesh of the liar... Once again you look with pride at the flower enveloped in the veil of victory. But... What's that?! Your deepest lust's crown is covered in the sperm of bitterness. Flower created in shameful jealousy wounds your tired hands. Look! How it shivers unconsciously on the wind in silent convulsions. Look at those piles of bodies covered in the cosmic dust of a Night. Silence... Only the mourning bell rings The Last Requiem.