1. |
Return of the Fool
02:11
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2. |
Barbarianesque
05:49
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Young blood boils
Wind tickles face
Fear doesn't exist
No authorities
No rules
No regrets
Just power and axe
Wolves of the gateways
Young gods of hate
Dark justice arbiters
Barbarians of age
No authorities
No rules
No regrets
Just power and axe
Wolves of the gateways
Young gods of hate
Dark justice arbiters
Barbarians of age
New generation of pain
Old degradation of man
Schizophrenic visions of way
Mental terrorism
Drilling feel of tomorrow
Killing thoughts of today
Fear of not feeling sorrow
Deconstructing the decadence
Axe
Barbar
Fear
Goddess
Pain
Stagnation
Changes
Death
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3. |
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Едут навстречу мне гробики полные,
В каждом — мертвец молодой.
Сердцу от этого весело, радостно,
Словно березке весной!
Вы околели, собаки несчастные, —
Я же дышу и хожу.
Крышки над вами забиты тяжелые, —
Я же на небо гляжу!
Может, — в тех гробиках гении разные,
Может, — поэт Гумилев...
Я же, презренный и всеми оплеванный,
Жив и здоров!
Скоро, конечно, и я тоже сделаюсь
Падалью, полной червей,
Но пока жив, — я ликую над трупами
Раньше умерших людей.
A. Tinyakov - "Joy of Life", 1921
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4. |
Beer and Pride
04:00
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Drink, drink, drink
Till your mind
Flies away
Leaving your fears
Turning to clay
Drink, drink, drink
Filling your blood
With golden flies
Taking away
Last human minds
Think, think, think
How does it come
That you are alone
Sitting with bottle
Your day has gone
Chug, chug, chug, chug
Chug, chug, chug, chug
Chug your beer
Cut your fear
Hello, dear
I'm dying here
Rotting inside
Looking away
Can't see what is done
I don't want to care
Can't think what to do
Just winking to wall
Feeling so empty
Feeling so small
Oh god I need to drink
So fucking bad
Just to pass out
Get fucking drunk
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut throat
Cut fear
Cut brain and
Cut beer
Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt
Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt
Cut throat
Cut fear
Cut brain and
Cut beer
Here we go
Drink
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5. |
Interlude
02:14
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6. |
Dei Stultus
05:48
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I am
Enfant
Terrible
I
Am
Dead
Don't look
In
My eyes
Only if ya wanna look inside the ass of Hell
Always drunk and always smiling
Looking like the dusty cabin
Screaming from the open coffin
Looking for some vodka often
Shoot
My
Face
Kick
My
Ass
Spit
On my
Faith
I will only have a boner try to fuck you try to kill you
Syphilis
AIDS
Sepsis
Depression
These are my names
You can call me like that
I don't give a care
I live in a barrel
I spit to your faces
And I'll piss on your graves
Seeing your nature
And puking of it
Just some fine words
But you can't be candid
But don't leave me alone
Keep looking at me
It's so fucking funny
When you try to hurt me
Kill
Fuck
Destroy
Kill
Fuck
Destroy
Kill
Fuck
Destroy
Kill
Fuck
Destroy
Suck
My
Knife
Lick
My
Boot
Kiss
My
Dick
Eat my shit but leave some space cause you're gonna have my kick
Always drunk and always angry
Oh my ass so fucking hairy
But it's looking better than
All the shit you've done as man
Pissing in your open mouth
Saying that it's wine from south
You just can't have it enough
I just can't hate you enough
Go
Cunt
Cunt
Cunt
Cunt
Cunt
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7. |
Exposure of Flame
06:00
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Look
Tear
Flash
A flick in the head
Soot
Fly
Howl
Exposure of flame
Five dirty rag dolls
With no signs of life
Destroyed mind
And burnt down sanity
Walking like puppets
Inhuman forms of life
Dragging my sorrow
Far to the gates of dream
Into the madness
Guided by flames
Falling with feel of joy
Now I will never touch warm again
Flame
Look
Doll
Look
Smoke
Look
Dead
Look
Beast
Look
Hell
Look
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8. |
Заповiт (My Testament)
05:57
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Як умру, то поховайте
Мене на могилі,
Серед степу широкого,
На Вкраїні милій:
Щоб лани широкополі,
І Дніпро, і кручи
Були видні, було чути,
Як реве ревучий.
Як понесе з України
У синєє море кров ворожу, —
От-тоді я і лани і гори — все покину
І полину до самого Бога молитися;
А до того — я не знаю Бога.
Поховайте та вставайте,
Кайдани порвите,
І вражою злою кровъю
Волю окропите!
І мене в сімьї великій,
В сімьї вільній новій,
Не забудьте поминути
Не злим тихим словом!
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