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Armageddon

We're drifting down by desire
And here in this wicked flowing
Now we send ourselves to hell's fire
Look toward then what's below

Bloody mist is slowly coiling
Humming sound is all around
The breath of doomsday feels so distinct
Now it's time to say goodbye

We ascend to the ultimate of our suffering
We're ready to any occurence
Leaving this world, charged with sins
Come with permissiveness

Last judgement is coming
Earth is shaking
Shudding sinners pray
Grand force of the Lord
Chastice ourselves
It's really the last day

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Я в плену у безликих улиц и домов,
Я - заложник трехмерного мира.
Задыхаюсь под взглядом четырех углов
Душной квартиры.
Но сотни лет я жила, закрыв глаза рукой,
Натыкаясь на стены, наощупь.
Черт возьми, я сама хотела быть слепой -
Так было проще.

Только все - мне себя уже не обмануть,
И под шорох минут беспокойных,
Приглашающим жестом ночь укажет путь
На подоконник.
Я шагну в неизбежность, лягу на крыло,
В вышине расхохочутся звезды.
Если выдержит воздух - значит, повезло,
Нет - значит, поздно.

 

Valkyrie's Song
Lightnings fear crimson clouds,
Thunder drowns sounds
Of ringing swords.
Warriors are eager to battle,
There are sparklings of metal
Instead of words.

Chorus
Loosing, winning, dying, screaming...
Blood of heroes paints the air.

Power of the resistance
Is being for honour
To the last breath.
Glow rises in distance
It is like sign of sorrow,
Impending death.

The groans of wounded men
    resound in the mist.
And ravens fly over the corpses,
    waiting for the feast.
But glory of these days
    will never die in memories.      
Defender's names will survive
    in centuries.


 

Dust
Icy wind shows a road
To the out of the way place.     
Snow is falling down on frozen earth
And damned grave.

An old dried tree spreads its branch
Over stone monument, and
Its invisible roots for many years
Dug buried dust.

Chorus
Who is laying there,
Under mossy stone?
It'll not be clear,
Lonely grave is thrown.

Then the evil winter nights
Break the bark,
Muddy shadows stretch to moonlight
From the dark.