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Maceratio Auditus

by Pestilentia Urbis

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1.
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Interlude 02:14
6.
Dei Stultus 05:48
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
7.
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
8.
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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released October 5, 2019

Dei Stultus:
Composition and lyrics, all instruments, vocals, drums programming, engineering, producing, cover art, alcoholism and suicidal thoughts.

Track #3 lyrics:
“Joy of Life” by A. Tinyakov
(А.И. Тиняков - “Радость Жизни”, 1921)

Track #8 lyrics:
“My Testament” by T. Shevchenko
(Т.Г. Шевченко - “Заповiт”, 1845)

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Black metal al dente

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