1. THE FIRST BANNER IN THE FIELDS OF DEVIL

The First Banner in the Fields of Devil
Bare words of the Prophets rise
The vessel gathered by the priests
Where dwells Jehovah, I shall burn

Come into me, my pleasure
Temple! Collapse into dust!
And fall, you – the star of David
Let the truth of you be revealed.

His robe is hung up on hundred suns
Assimilating him to gods
— Devoid of human attire
And the Israel is devoured by fear

Upon heavens shall fall pages
— The ashes of burnt Torah
And in time could the nation behold
The first banner in the fields of devil


2. WORD BECOMES FLESH

Orchestras of low tones
Like pitch and like lead
Like devil's blood-red gowns
Sewn on canvas of clergy

Above the place shat with churches
Horns sound portending -
The arrival of the devil's son
Jews shall bow

It is the word coming life
Dogs eat their tails
The pyramids of morality
Reek with corpses

With no beginning and no end
No genesis and no point
He is an equestrian of a hundred dragons
Touched by the hand of god.


3. HELLSPAWN

Amongst sounds of islands I behold
Not in vain born and carries roar
Which shall order the hordes
To march – Hellspawn
Amongst sounds of islands I behold
Ecstatic symphonies of metal
Herald the arrival of the Devil
In glories worth Caesars

Immediately he tried the instruments
Open manuscript yawned
Cursed into resonance of evil
The first note – leaves it

To penetrate through bodies
To bind them with diabolical breath
To satisfy all desires
And Hellspawn shall be spread


4. DIABOLIC

Blood and gold – as he wishes
He opens the drapes of sunken ages
With dusts of hatred, it will agitate
Burning liquid knocking over the chalice
Hunched postures of shadows elate
Drunk with milk of thoughts of glories
To come, Devil wielding the almanac
Of evil, standing on pantheons of flames
Never he nor without place, always
In suns of extinct kingdoms
Black soups of horizon seethe, Bearing
Turmoil with skies viscous with blood

Sheep going to the slaughter, their banners
Dried with battle fervors, rifted
To the spike, for which with certainty
In this heat, harvest will be no more


5. THE GREAT RED DRAGON

Unknown is the innate fruit
Like the vastness of fields devoured by fire
Raising a shaft of sparks – creating
The great red dragon

The long awaited son of fortunes
Takes the thrones, wielding a thunder
Trampling the cross under his foot
The long awaited – our seid
When the boldness descends upon
Us and them, to raise our eyes,
On the redness of coats of corporality
Let us hear the anthem of him

Unknown is the innate fruit
Like the vastness of fields devoured by fire
Raising a shaft of sparks – creating
The great red dragon


6. INTRO TO THE REVELATION

(Instrumental)


7. REVELATION OF THE GREAT RED DRAGON

Vast ridges of fire tear off from
Plumes combed by the hand of devil
Floating, they look for the lascivious womb
Where his archegonium spreads its scent

It is I – the liberated thought of the nations
I am the Alexandrian library
He who resorts to me time after time
Is intoxicated with the mysticality of the red dragon

My hieroglyph – a letter written in blood
Raised the black host, above the herd
And dropped it into the crowd, making them covetous!
It spilt pyramids of beauty into a triangle!

Only I am the veracious one
I come to refine your religion
As if a breast of milk feeding a bastard
Was not bitten off, but drunk up


8. THE DICE ARE CAST

Hear and tremble with fear
Heads decapitated with every word
With fires blown through dragons
Demiurges – till each is created
Finally, here and now – they are

Mesmerized by the shatter of killing
Among the thunders of darkness of the day
A sword on the reformers of Israel

A handful summons up the courage
To cast reflections upon the missionaries
With their mirrors encrusted
With the emerald from Devil’s crown

I know – the dice were cast
When my tremendous roar resounded
I see them defiling icons
People in a servant bow


9. THE GREATEST KING AMONG DEMONS

Among demons, he is the greatest king
Gazing with fire on the orbit of the earth
Damned be the human to give him birth
As this is the end of days that shall be born

I see how his devils from these ashes
Paste and form a new shape of the beast
With only muscles, with only tendons
And a terrible mandible instead of a head

And there is he, and soon he shall order
His servants – eyesores and dwarfs
To open the cemeteries anew
And the beast rises – although dead for ages

Behold, nation! – It is I
Proud and haughty with my own being
Among demons, I am the greatest king
I gaze with fire on the orbit of the earth


10. AN OBELISK OF THE WORLD

About the spells and rhymes I ask the Fiend
About the furtive key to the gates of cognition -
Cook a hangman’s tongue and devour it,
But first let the sun dusk thrice

Anger – flaming furiously inside
The heart of a beast
Pierced a palace of silence with a scream
That is the call of the devil

And a thousand of furies come -
And spit on the flame of holiness
And a thousand of furies come -
The lid of hell rises

There, in the circles of impenetrable forests
And above the fog which shapes this form
In the middle of a glade he proudly stands
A stone phallus – an obelisk of the world