Momody For The Day Of Doom 23. 05. 03

    Произведение в духе Манифеста, но несколько более эпическое. Здесь присутствует и всадник Апокалипсиса, и повелитель бури, и Летописец, шлющий проклятие всему мучающемуся в предсмертных корчах человечеству.

The lightnings of hell are distorting the spaces
The sun is eclipsed by the stygian gray scales
Along the horizon the grim rider races
He carries the rage of the furious gales

No shelter shall stay here untroubled and placid
Because the high mercy has ended at last
The thunderclouds filled with the bane and the acid
Will soon wash away this frail world of disgust

Upon the roof-top of the dark ancient palace
I stand with the ruler of storm on a par
The sins of mankind - wars, lies, vileness and malice
Unite on the rise of the moribund star

So many long years you through: "'Twill never happen
Our filth is concealed by the shining facade"
Bu really in vain you were making your weapon
It cannot protect from the judgement of God

The lechery and the detestable cloyment,
The centuries spent in a decadent vice
That's praised with no shame... the malignant enjoyment
And at the dead end such a terrible price

Hey you, mopish infidels, why do not revel?
Or now something freezing is squeezing your necks?
Your nauseous souls are the harvest of Devil
Say farewell, degenerate perverts and wrecks

I've been your sad watcher, your loneliest rover
Who was sent to keep the swine out from the shrine
And as my own chronicler's mission is over,
I can take a rest in the Realm of Divine

My time was awaiting the final damnation
For this just perdition to reign overall
And on the third night of my black incarnation
The true reaper's name I will write on the wall