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Poetics Of TerrorHailing truth which triumphsbeyond the threshold On seven bonfires we'll burn the hulk of essence with trotyl we'll fill the Universe' hollow shoot the stars, deform the space and time. It's paved with graves on our lone path beyond all supposed we loved and meant as rooted... We are doomed to silent agony, to freezing soulless and cruelty of broken mirrors Drown them in a terror! Obey to the Innermost. Drown them in a terror! Taste the Evil Lust! Toward to Evil cleaning the space. Toward to violence demanding no reason Where face of god is trampled in filth We rupt in lustful song of virgin's vagina Drown them in a terror! Obey to the Innermost. Drown them in a terror! Betroth the Evil Lust! For only one, who misses for us Who from the trembling strings of our crooked souls evokes the charming tune of conflagration Tune of hideous possessed reflections ... My fury saturnine recitative caressed the crimson patterns of final verge. even eternity thrills it before. even eternity feels itself as scared. Whisper of knife savors moment of agony. Hailing truth which triumphs beyond the threshold. |