Devilish Impressions

rs and sons
We have come up with blood on our hands
Blood used as ink for writing The New Bible

You have heard about Armageddon
Decadentism flowing from horns of dead heralds
Being afraid someone could discover it one day…

Come on, do not pretend…
You are one of us, even if you would like
To become someone else
Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined
Intended for serving the will of yourself

There is no king but you
There is no God but you
Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined
Intended for serving the will of yourself

Legions were marching through the lands
Bathed in blood
Everything has passed… people and cities
Cultures and nations
Finally – there was only You and a few more left…
The thinking beings
Surrealistic visions
Supernatural ideas
Who have been materialized
To possess the forces of God
Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined
But intended for serving the will of Yourselves

You have looked in the mirror and seen revelation
Heaven suddenly turned red…

03. Visions Of Kingdom To Come
Over the mountains there is a thought,
Vision of kingdom to come
Dream of Angels raped by The One Who Knows...

Hear them crying
And see their tears falling down with rain
The old world is dying
And You have to face their eternal pain

He who paints the sky in red
He who rules the world of dead
Has risen again, blood has to be shed
Take that cold piece of cold steel and proudly rise Your head!

To war!!! In the name of liberation!
To war!!! That is Your final declaration!
To war!!! Create some new, much better nation!
To war!!! As this is Your own coronation!

Give the angels back their dreams
Give them freedom and will to sin
Spread out their wings, help them to fly
They will be laughing at You, watching…
…how You die!!!

They are taking You high over the mountains
Between the worlds of thoughts
You have been always dreaming to discover
Soon they will whisper divine visions of Kingdom to come
Straight to Your fucking dead ears!!!

04. Dracula's Mechanized Universe
We all live in entirely mechanized universe...
Being a cog-wheel we just remain a premature dead dream of existence
Deprived of all passions
Deprived of all visions
We are becoming creatures unable to think, unable to feel and experience

Intoxicated with devilish wrath
we are having a dream of drinking a blood
Blood flowing down from the swords of religions,
of mankind addicted to all superstitions

And You
face the world of imagination
And You
face the world of mass devastation
And You
do not be afraid of transformation
And You
throw off the mask of plastic intentions

Passing by streets drowned in a twilight
seeing the whores of laughter and sadness
Walking around and drinking the moonlight
looking for victims to fulfill your madness

Their cry is a sweet melody,
pure, shameless form of Your satisfaction
For ages of lies, false smiles and enslavement
close up Your thoughts in eternal lament

Liberation
Demoralization
Transformation
(666)
Mistification

Unfortunately, the chalice is empty
Would You please be so kind and gently prepare Your throats?

05. Funeral Of God
That was an unusual, golden autumn...
The breath of a wind was gliding
Cemetery’s avenues with the ocean
Of constantly falling leaves
The trees were dying plaintively
Crooning their last threnody;
They have been whispering the names
We all wouldn’t like to remember…

And then he came without saying a word
Slowly sat down and lighted ever-burning fire
‘’For whom?’’ – I have asked
‘’For myself…’’ – he has answered
And streams of strange voices suddenly came down

He pulled out a rope and tied round his neck
Stood up on a chair and silently nod his head to me
I came a bit closer and looked at his face, asking him: ‘’Why?’’

‘’Because this world doesn’t need me anymore
The human mankind became self-dependent
As notion of good and evil
Has got new, conscious meanings
Paradise has not been lost
As it has never truly existed
As well as original sin, heaven and hell
Or other fictitious worlds…
That all has been made-up to rule, rape and kill,
To chain human’s power, passion and will’’

‘’Pray for quick death, You son of a bitch!
Now You feel taste of vendetta!!!’’
I spat on his face and hardly kicked the chair…?

06. Alpha & Omega Spaces
[instrumental]

07. Crowned To Be Crucified
The Sapiential books will run with blood of prophets
And only their thoughts will remain
Like a smell of murdered lovers
All the rest will fall into oblivion
As a merciless time for all fucking temples
Which has passed with fall of Babylon

Every king in history was a reflection
Of his own clown
And man behind the mask covering wisdom of ages
Philosopher pretending a fool
Fool pretending a philosopher
Why didn’t we let them rule?

Watching their eyes bleeding
You have been trapped
In Your thoughts’ emptiness
Rise up imagination’s curtain
Let them breathe their sweet loneliness

You are the purest one
You are the chosen one
And You are the only one to be crowned!

So, show us Your mind, uncover the mystery
The New Order secrets You have furtively done…
May the wisdom be spoken
We need a messiah!
We want You to see Your own crucifixion!!!

08. Smell Of Death
May my prediction never be fulfilled...
His body was taken with breath of a wind
There was no witness, no soul to remember
Fall of an Angel in the arms of November

Luminous circles were constantly growing
Painting the sky with new constellations
Kisses of Darkness make You feel howling
As this night’s the time for new coronation

‘’Have You ever realized what makes
Your childhood memories so unforgettable?
That small, mysterious room on the top
Of your house always filled up with
The smell of death…’’

No tears for the losers, not even a thought
Just burn out their eyes and let them to rot
Future is waiting, King is beheaded!!!
Do not make Your life even more complicated

Fear the great fear of all ancient warriors
Cruel unknown, spirit of lost
Enemy is wishing to steal all Your dreams
Give him a key to the world of Your sins

‘’Make him watch what you have been
Witnessed as a poor, helpless child…
Take him there, to that small, mysterious
Room always filled up with the smell of death’’

Bitterness… is that what you feel?
Those near and dear had gone ages ago
Without farewell
All portraits of happiness have been lost
In the mist of its virginity
Nothing remained… All is dead now…
All but you!
Secret guardian of the true liberation

Scream of an Angel who was raped by the God
Sounds in Your heart with every sensation
See all those idiots drowning in mud,
Drowning in mud of their expectations

He has taken a knife and opened his veins
Painting the sky with blood stains
May my predictions never be fulfilled
Another one blackout, another one killed

‘’Unforgettable childhood is slowly going away
That small, mysterious room on the top of the
House lightened up by candlelight is losing its Sharpness’’
No… It is getting better now! I can see
Everything so clearly, yeah, I recognize…
‘’That was him who has taken all his family’s
Lives, lives of his friends helping him to get out
Of that shit he once got stuck into…’’
Physical blindness or divine prophecy?
He is coming inside, pushing the door gently,
I can see him ironically smiling
But, wait a second…
Why am I seeing him face to face? I came
To that room but in a different dimension!?
‘’Sometimes all the dimensions cross
The same point of infinity…’’

I couldn’t have seen that small, mysterious room
Anymore but I Knew it was filled up with
The smell of death again…

Why am I seeing him face to face? I came
To that room but in a different dimension!?
‘’Sometimes all the dimensions cross
The same point of infinity…’’

I couldn’t have seen that small, mysterious room
Anymore but I Knew it was filled up with
The smell of death again…

09. SataniChaoSymphony
The dismal hosts of Angels
will blow into the horns of war
Those, whom Creator oneself
has been secretly stealing from their immensity of thoughts
Those, whom he had loved more then himself,
To soil at last his admiration with shameless seed of jealousy?

The dismal hosts of Angels
will blow into the horns of war
Those, whom God has been stabbing
sword in the back,
sword in the back of his sons,
more perfect then his primal vision of the universe
Those, who he had thrust away from the kingdom heavens
to the abyss of nonentity
taking no notice of tears and their terrified eyes

The dismal hosts of Angels
will blow into the horns of war
Those, whose dreams had been forgotten
before they had time to tell it
Those, whose wings were burnt
never to let them reach the godless idea of freedom

Now they rise, one by one
holding the stones of vendetta in their bleeding hands
And they swear death for all,
they swear conflagration
seas full of children's blood
and spaces filled up with scream

The dismal hosts of Angels
will blow into the horns of war
Like a black storm thunderous with fury
will roll as a plague through that fucking world
And the blades of their wrath will quench the thirst
in the stinking body of the human mankind