I see three peaks: one for Hell, one for heaven, one for Grand Mystery In Hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with sinners
In the midst of wave Unconceivable Evil And we are drowning down Into the forgotten city Oxygen becoming treasure Is it time to choose ...yes,
No visions anymore But we don't ask for them The Darkness never parts 'cause we don't seek the heat (We are) Lukewarm race No folly in our minds We're
We are dazed Accountability, pressure We are aghast Expansiveness toward Thee infinite The jigsaw of contents The maze of assessments Wire- tapping nature
Jaunting on maps of our bodies Through and through We wandering through vastness of inner and outer space Immersed in love of will. And gazing at inky
War, this means war Your weakness makes me sick Eternal struggle, the iron will of life Prayer to the father war Under the sign of hammer of thorn In
ahead and beckon still Though legs and feet are weary Another woman, another man The lust that never ceases To fill the greed for pain and revel Though
Lardy-dardy god And his son- the Bastard One All misgovernment of the light Now are the history And followers, the lambs Of our ferocious world We are
I've seen a fire start in Frisco The day that the earth quaked I've seen buildings a-blazing Throwing up in flames I heard men, women and children
Пераклад: Бацька. Адкрыцці Чорнага Майсея.
: Blindness and fanaticism are those types of aberration which always slowing down the development of humankind. And nothing has changed on that score
: "Only we, we spirits who become free, have the presuppositions for understanding something that nineteen centuries have misunderstood: that integrity
: Jaunting on maps of our bodies We wandering through vastness of inner and outer space Through and through Immersed in love of will. I am laying on
: In the midst of wave Unconceivable Evil And we are drowning down Into the forgotten city Oxygen becoming treasure Is it time to choose ...yes, it is
: Man has the right to love but also the right to hate. There is no love without hate. As A.S. LaVey said: "The hunter must hunt. The moment he stops
