Behemoth - Chant For Eschaton 2000 E.V. | Текст песни

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• Chant For Eschaton 2000 E.V.

My Black Eagle soars proudly
Chervonnaya of rows passing through life,
Let golden thread sew our eyes.
We sealed the blood of great union
Hearts and minds - on the mind and the heart.
On the wings, I'm flying over your abyss -
And away from reason through the sea of ​​pepper:
It burns - but I'm not.
Then, breaking the earth's crusting,
Thou wilt shew me entrance into the depths of the earth,
Where the heat flame: the West and remains.
Circle! Quickly and smoothly, my Black Eagle
You fucking circle of higher pleasures,
To her we're able to touch.
So "can" hunt becomes a "must" -
And the passion heats underground boiler ...
Ruby! Razi ruthlessly predatory beak
Gods that stand in my way, -
In the relentless cross truly trifling
Seem to get rid of all from
Useless worries merciful fear.
Shout! Shake the world, and
Sweetest mantra respond echo:
"I - God!" - "... IAO IAO ... IAO ... "
Spirit of Freedom! Eternal Wanderer!
Lonely-I-Happy!
Amplifier understanding -
Cup your palms stars ...
Fictional and real,
World two merged into one -
Ideal-material.
You and I each
1128
frozen into another.