До Скону - Strangled | Текст песни

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• Strangled

The grave of spirit, the neck. Take them to the noose!
Noise of the wind, harbinger of coming death.
To revive the ancients within yourself – the mind of power,
The demons that were ripping from within.
The veins are aflame and everything is bound with pain,
Frozen on the road to the Black Abyss.
And the night will give the sorrow of their viscous resins,
To stick in the circle, kindling the Black Light.
Scorches of cold and snow mixed with dirt,
Carrion stench will stir up frenzy.
Sacrifice to Him your peace after tasting the blood of Evil,
I will choke on vomit, Death will reincarnate me.
The hanged ones are buried by the night…
To hang and indulge in delights of torment,
To torture yourself, the time will take its own,
Will dump the corpses in the pit…
The stare of their empty eye-sockets went mad.
The blood of Kingu I roaring like the beast.
And the echo of ancient rituals,
Where the souls were sacrificed.
Within me burns the Black Light of flames,
Kindled by the forefather of sterile Darkness.
And the wounds are bleeding with pus,
Attaining the unity of all the universes within yourself,
Worshipping Him, the giver of Primeval Darkness.

Union with the Primordial carries within itself primeval wisdom, bestows illumination and makes the secret fruit hidden within blossom. This savagery of demons striving to come out compels to throw off the dust of human illusions and limitations, to break the links with causality of the universe, and to indulge in boundless and unknown ecstasy. After regenerating in blood and sacrificing the spirit, one can feel the cold breath of Darkness, the ligature of its endless patterns, and the scorching wrath of the tongues of its Black Flame. Give praise to the One who guides you into the Abyss, who will show you the void that will soon be filled with myriads of rotting hands stretching towards His majesty.
Give praise to the Devil and plunge into the waters of the primeval ocean of Chaos, partake of the Truth and accept the gift of sweet oblivion.