While we may believe
our world - our reality
to be that is - is but one
manifestation of the essence

Other planes lie beyond the reach
of normal sense and common roads
But they are no less real
than what we see or touch or feel

Denied by the blind church
'cause these are not the words of God
- the same God that burnt the
knowing

Lost wisdom(Burzum cover)

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Under the shrouded moon
He awokes from sleep
Soul that has in no room
For mercy and to feel

He has the thought of kill
Another useless scum
For his beloved thrill
Of serving the true one

Oh my golden lamb
My only god
Watch me entomb
These bones and blood

Our precious ones

You've made a long way
'cause of need to slay

You came to my home 
and you're all alone

You're self-confident
Going to the end

I see why are you here
With axe and your shield
So hear my only will
You'll fall from your steel!

But you lost the fact
(That) Returning intact
Is not one of options which left in your hat
You doomed yourself 
For horrible death
Becomenig the one of the skulls on my shelf

So you
See
Results of your deeds
In
Your guts on your shield

Vampires domain

Silently weeping the one and true meaning of truth

Hopelessly waiting for it's liberation, for you

How in the nation designed for salvation you lose?

How you don't rage of the meaningless changes of the rules?

Your nearest predecessor for sure had an answer in time 

But time made you weaker and killed your seeker inside 

There's one way of this madness highway is making them die

Tomahawk!

Tomahawk!

Fell pleasure of measuring their fucking distance to death

Warming blood, warning gore for your foes on your hand

Tomahawk!

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Who will remember life
Of happy inner child
In world of real lies
He dreamt of better times

He drew a home with hope
with dream and faith in it 
In life that leads to rope
Bright drawing sadly hits

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Crayons, markers of the vision
Not blurred by division
Contrast white and black

pencils, made his days precious
In world of oppression 
Injustice of mass

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×2
Die young, die hard             
Or silence inner child

The Inner Kingdom

There's a tale of reaching high,
The castle's towers in the skies,
Despite of beauty of its walls,
An ancient evil inside calls, 

However fine is the façade,
Owner of it owns greatest hate
Don't wander deep in this dark halls
Unless you want to spill your guts

How clandestine, how majestic, how beautiful
Works of his majesty's, works of his majesty's...
×2

Hands


This is the castle of my master
Bow and serve or be destroyed
This is the castle of my master
And you will die for his own joy

This is his highness and his force x2

Tomahawk!

Astaroth