1. SPECTRES OVER DYATLOV PASS

In the night of solstice
Of nuclear winter
I stand face to face
With the starless Void
Pierced by the coldest blaze
Of glowing Kholat Syakhl
Far beyond common sense
Under the gloriole
Of deep corruption

The wishing well is glowing green
And the circle is ablaze
By Wyrd reconstruction
And rusty blótknife
Banishing ritual flows
Like slime down the veins

When another sacrifice
Was consumed by mind flayer
So I will sleep in peace?

Spectres over Dyatlov Pass
Malign heirloom of the past
Orange lights behind my eyes
Remains of delirium tremens

Unidentified eldritch object
Floating in radioactive haze
Green tentacle of horror
Touched me in an unspeakable act

I grabbed a slithery arm
Which help me to get out
From the cesspit pool
Of life


2. SALT UPON WOUNDS

Our journey starts as the sun no longer shines
The Void, we evoked
had veiled gruesome Earth
Gore and serpents rain from the skies
We commit ourselves
To run for cover
As our dreams are turned into shit

As we are floating
In the coldest streams
Of raw, white noise
Guided by the truth
Beneath the glow
Still there, blazing and ready
As the planets and moons
Falls behind our fate

This war shall never end
We are shedding salt
On the wounds of this world
All our enemies beheld it shine


3. VOLCANIC ASHFALL

The darkest miasma of ash is rising overhead
There the farthest planes were crossing
Their borders within the skin of Earth
Apocalyptic alchemy started to run
As the eternal Antagonist ascended himself
Over the vaporized landscapes

The primitive cauldron has been boiling
Since even cosmic prison was too young,
And became a womb of the last tragedy
Feasting on the festering gardens of stars

Wild Hunt is blowing up the paradigms
Through the valleys of volcanic ash
Riding the chariots made of obsidian
On the winds of emboldening vapours

Look how the world wither and die
One thousand more cadavers for the cart
No one shall paint this junk again
World we left behind, dazed and stoned
Under the scab of volcanic ash


4. WOLVES OF MUSPELLZHEIMR

No one shall bear
Face-off against fiery colored signs
Runic shaped bringers
Of Anticosmic Current
It may be like wrestling with werewolf
The one who bodes anguish
For the feebleminded kin
Living under the shell of oblivion

So the stars and planets dim
Fenrir is spreading blazing manure
Over the fruits of volcanic fields
Destructive impulse of Múspellzheimr
Was sow into fertile soul of rebell

Flaming cascades like winding waves
Are flickering inside the soul
When it was dark enough
During the last breaths
Of timid self

Eerie wolf of Múspellzheimr
Is ripping my veins apart
To suck every drop of numbness away
And to tear down
Prison of cosmic Demiurge
Armed with nothing
But bare claws

Múspellssynir
With erasing sight
Are piercing all dimensions
With force overloaded
By voracious wildfire
Of Chaos Gnosis
To bring the deliverance
What comes ascendant
To ultimate release myself
From the Demiurge's drunkenness


5. TRUTH BENEATH THE GLOW

Finally resurrected with hangover
After the obnoxious mixture,
Of fear, awe and disgust
Circulating like the specter
With hex instead of heart
No fucking tattoos on my skin
Just a grimoire of scars and burns

Final delirium loaded a gun
With the abyssal artillery
Tantrum has its roots in the past,
Rising again with no banner
Lurking through the stained glass
When neither sun nor moon shines
And furious Black Metal is the light
Which has opened my rip-roaring mind
To the bewildering powers of Voi

Then I look up through clouds of ash
Remembering the agony of my every self
I hear the whispers of wisdom
From the polished skull of a dead horse

Malefic Black Metal is the soundtrack
For the bad trips of my life
Through the feral journeys
To R'lyeh and beyond, that I found
Under the deep, malign seas
Of tar, moonshine and booze
And to the top of Mount Doom
Hidden in the haze of pot


6. MAN OF MAYHEM

Incenses are burning
At the funeral of dead man
Who gave unto Cosmos
What belongs to Cosmos
Who gave Chaos what is due Chaos

Sulphur and mercury
Were the fertilizers
Spilled upon the roots
Of weirwood growning
Over his grave

Revenant was born again
Drunk with the wisdom of dead man
Sorcery has been written
On every inch of his skin

Wiedergänger warrior
At the longtime war
Between the Void and form
Doped on the mead of vicious bees
Released from cycles of rebirths
For the last of his fight

A true rebelion is to spit
In the face of mankind
And to tear down
The chain of life
The Will to live is the greatest lie ever told

And you!

Sad, ordinary man
Lonely amid the lights of lanterns
Through every gloomy night
Away from the misery of reality
Stare at the yawning Abyss
Into the deeps of madness
And strive for the
Piece of primordial spark
Let the Black Flame devour you
To die and live again


7. OF VOID AND FORM

The tragedy has begun
When they started to look
For the shining cooper ore
From the fertile soil
To smith first knives and chalices
With prayers of hope
Witch-doctors tried to subdue the Cosmos

In the act of banishing of the glacial era
The most ancient ones
Were raping wild fields by first primitive plows
The covenant was concluded
And accepted into consciousness
Primeval symbols of Chaos was turned,
Into the effigy of Horned One
The covenant was sealed
With smell of burned children
Their singing resounded
Among the runic stones

Sodom and Gomorrah were surrounded with a stone wall
In the stench of incense
Lambs of god were slaughtered
The words of the psalms were repeated
By the thousands of dull mouths of slaves
With teeth destroyed by fossilized bread
Here Trickster became a Devil
Opponent of this parody of reality
Sowed in collective unconsciousness
By the bearded perverts of faith

But the false smile shone from the shroud of Turin
And the desert stones have eroded
So Chaos has turned the sign of Macrocosmos
In the flames of holocaust
And cold light of the electric spark
The knowledge grew in despair
Has turned out stronger
Than every kind of faith

Here is the Hidden One
Patient like an old spider
Among the forest of neuronal trees
Thou shalt carry the torch again
Ye Dragon of the primordal Chaos
Thy will hide the sun of falsehood
And thy will expose his eyes to freedom
And again, and for ever will be
Over the other gods


8. UNHOLY FUNERAL (VARATHRON COVER)

Merciless slaughter
On the altar of darkness
The demons are rattling their swords
The battle started
In the bowels of the earth
(In the bowels of the Tartarus)
Blasphemous warcries, leper sound
Miasma of a damned soul
The graves are opened

The time stopped
The psalms sound
The abyssis reign of blasphemy
The pleasure of sin, last invocation to thy

The bloody revenge boiled
Pain, hate for them
Who will not see the light again
The darkness is ruling
No mercy to the sacrilege dogs
Fire and leper-curse to them
Black mass, unholy invocation
Last confession, ultimate pain