LUSTRATION
01. Learn to Obey Pt.1.
Holy Bible - Genesis, I.3.15-16.
02. Embarrassment of the Fall and the Fool As Well
(VIII.)
Like breathe of naked bodies
sometime you remind me the sin.
Hell as soundless well
takes my head and spirit away.
Your slow motion seduce me
to drop out, to go away,
to tear to pieces all my wounds,
and flood your greedy body.
You must be my punishment.
Suffering facing your mouth,
suffering seeing your face.
Lusting for unfulfilled.
Suffering facing your mouth,
Suffering seeing your face.
Touch of your neck
to fell the sweetnes.
Embarrassment of the Fall. 3x
Embarrassment of the Fool...
Your body flew like a feather.
I hold it like a silky veil
just to make our damnation sweeter.
Your eyes gazing in the Sun.
Like breathe of naked bodies
sometime you remind me the sin.
Hell as soundless well
Takes my head and spirit away.
Once when I was walking there
not in human form.
Withouth life in my shell.
I was dead.
And when the Sun paints the sky,
when your body feeds my eye with naked dignity;
your liquid spine runs into mine.
We’ve alredy become one
with the woods of distant thoughts.
Ruins of our reeking body lie waste.
I took your broken arm,
and you rattle my bones.
I want to piece out your parts
what your raging soul has torn.
You're playig with my cheekbone.
Purple raindrops bath your skin.
I lift your arms, your eyes above
To die without touching you.
You must be my punishment.
Suffering facing your mouth,
Suffering seeing your face.
Lusting for unfulfilled.
Suffering facing your mouth,
Suffering seeing your face.
Touch of your neck
To fell the sweetnes.
Embarrassment of the Fall. 3x
Embarrassment of the Fool...
Once when I was walking there
Not in human form.
Withouth life in my shell.
I was dead.
And wen the Sun paints the sky,
When your body feeds my eye with naked dignity;
Your liquid spine runs into mine.
We’ve alredy become one
With the woods of distant thoughts.
Ruins of our reeking body lie waste.
I took your broken arm,
And you rattle my bones.
I want to piece out your parts
What your raging soul has torn.
03. Conomor The Accursed and Tréphine
(VIII.)
First my love I found in the morning
Her blessed eyes seduced my youngster superstition.
She was young, and she was fair,
She was the silver dawn of my life.
– The man's who built the torture chamber. –
The second one I found at midday
Her blessed kisses seduced my manhood.
She was mature, and she was fair,
She was the golden Sun of my life.
– The man's who fought a thousand battles. –
(Oh, my Lord I can't take this burden!
They art so richer. Far more then I am.)
The third I found late at night,
Her wisdom presage my twilight.
– The man's who had blood-stained jewels. –
Oh, she was solemn!
(Oh, my Lord I can't take this burden!
She is so solemn. Far more than I ever will.
Oh, my Lord I can't take this burden!)
The fourth I found in my darkest hour.
Thou art fairest among all them!
Thou art the queen in my fragrant garden!
Oh, thou art my darkness!
Radiant, royal, matchless beauty.
You will ever live immortal.
You will treasure all my riches.
You will bled to feed my flowers.
You will enlarge my dark kingdom.
All is yours now.
Radiant, royal, matchless beauty.
You will ever live immortal.
You will treasure all my riches.
You will bled to feed my flowers.
You will enlarge my dark kingdom. NOW!
04. Thor
05. Lilith And The Serpent
(VIII.)
I am the Arch Enemy
In your body of your mind.
I will feed you with forbidden
Knowledge from the God's above.
Look virgin this mellow fruits
how beautiful they are.
Do not be afraid just take it,
Eternal life will come.
Oh! Lilith hear my words now!
Do not you want to taste it yet?
Be prudent, be immortal!
Do not belive the lies He said.
No women! Do not you dare it
That has the Lord forbid!
If you tear it, if you teast it
You come to know the death.
(Eat my Child... You will gain wisdom...)
How beautiful fruits are indeed.
They must be really tasty
Good for food and pleas'd for eye
(You will gain wisdom...)
Come husband taste it you too
take a morsel from my hand!
(Now you are mine...)
(We are naked...)
Your pitiful souls now are mine.
Let us run Oh! my darling!
Let us hide from the Lord!
(I am te Arch Enemy
of your God...)
Let us cover are naked body
I do not fell so safe in it.
(Sátáni kacaj)
How beautiful fruits are indeed.
They must be really tasty
good for food and pleas'd for eye
(We will gain wisdom...)
Come husband taste it you too
take a morsel from her hand!
(Now we are yours...)
Go run Oh! my sinners!
Go hide from your Lord!
(You are te Arch Enemy
of our God...)
Better cover your naked body.
Better cover your naked body with dust.
06. Enuma Elis
(VIII.)
Kezdetben semmi sem létezett. Sem tér, sem idő, sem valóság, sem jel, sem lét, se nemlét. Ebből keletkezett minden, ami látható és tapintható.
Az első istenpár a tizenharmadik égben lakott, amelynek keletkezéséről senkinek nem sikerült semmit megtudnia.
A sötétség Szele, a Lélek lebegett az ősiszap felett öröktől fogva.
Legelőször ama helyen a Föld felett kiterjedt köd volt, és ott volt a Nagy Szellem és az eget megtartotta magának, midőn az Ég még nem volt megnevezve, s alant a föld sem viselt nevet. Sötétség volt a mélység felett, és Ők a vizek felett lebegtek mert kezdetben nem volt sem ég, sem föld, sem élők, sem holtak nem voltak még.
Az alkotó és a romboló elemek is dermedt tétlenségben nyugodtak.
Mígnem megparancsolták a víz felett lebegő párának, hogy emelkedjék a magasba, mert a Világéjszaka sötét szájának bömbölése hangzik a viharban s a mindent elborító, mozdulatlan tenger ölén fekszik. És az Ő ereje emelte a vizeket az Ég felé.
Feje fölött vagyon az Ég, lábai lant pedig az Alvilág, mint tímár a bőrt, feszítette ki a földet színe előtt, a határtalan semmibe s nem mutatkozott senki ember fiának, pedig a „határtalan idő” már elmerült a sötétségben, amikor még nem volt homok, se tenger, és hideg habok sem mosták a földet, mert az még nem terült, se fölöttünk ég, nyílt varázsnyiladékban, fű nem feslett akkor még.
A kezdet még nem kezdődött akkor, az idő még nem múlott és csak a ködöT ölelték magukba Ők, elveszve a térben; mindenütt jelen de mégis sehol, előrekészített gondolatból alkotva, szerelmes gerjedelemből lényük iránt, önmagukkal közösülve megszülték a Vágyat. A Vágy továbbá szülte magából és övéiből a szellemeket, a halandó lényeket, a lelkeket mind, a kiterjedt Földet és az Eget; alakította a Napot, ellenével a Holddal együtt, s a csillagokat, hogy nézzék harcukat melyeT arany és ezüst vértjükben vívnak, mint örökös ellenségek.
Hatalmas fénnyé alakult át minden; érzékeny, szerető fényé fent, alant pedig szörnyű, szomorú sötétségé, benne bűzlő-iszappal, mely hánykolódott, mozgott és kimondhatatlanul füstölt. A fentiek közül némelyek közösülve egymás között nemzették és szülték a bolygókat, melyeket egyenletes pályájukra állítottak. Kiokádták a csillagok sokaságát, és meghatározták, hogy honnan mosolyogjanak az atomokra, melyek a vágy által vonzódni kezdtek egymáshoz.
Némelyek hatalmas szelet bocsátottak a vizek fölé, hogy az előrekészített világosságban erősen szétfolyanak messze vidékig, helyet adva a bűzlő-iszapnak, hogy szigetekbe csoportosuljon – és befogadva a Szót, világot teremjen – melyeknek partjait egyaránt hideg, meleg és langyos habokkal öblítik s amelyek elválasztják a nagy vizeket a kicsiktől, az édeseket a sósaktól, mélyeket a sekélyektől.
Némelyek közülük pedig áldott magjukat a szigetekre szórták, nagyokra kicsikre egyaránt, vagy a vizekbe, nagyokba kicsikbe, édesekbe sósakba, mélyekbe ugyanúgy mint a sekélyekbe, hogy azok is szüljönek.
Némelyek csikorgó lángokat csapattak felfelé az iszap közül, perzselve a vizet maguk körül, kitolva a levegő-eget az űr és a felszín közé nagyon magasra, hogy ott lenyugodva boltozatként, lencséül szolgáljon a végtelenbe terülő időnek.
Mások pedig megtermékenyítették a földet akaratukkal a Szó által, és az zöld füvet hajtott, ahol alkalmas talajt talált. Fák sarjadtak, melyek zamatos gyümölcsöket termettek belsejükben csírázó maggal, hogy az örök körforgásban sokasítsák magukat.
Némelyek a természet lefelé törekvő elemeiből megformázták az állatokat. A madarakat a levegőben, a halakat a vízben, a egy- és többlábúakat, valamint a csúszómászókat a földön engedték szétszéledni, hogy melyik-melyik ösztöne szerint keresse meg a neki való helyet. És ők termékenyek voltak.
Akkor pedig az Egy Szellem – az első Értelem mindegyik felett –, a lefelé törekvő elemektől azon nyomban felemelkedett a tiszta térségbe, mely keletkezett, így a természet lefelé törekvő elemei indítóok nélkül maradtak, mint puszta anyag. Majd a hatalmat adott a Fény daimonnak, hogy felismerje az ember-ideát, és megteremtse mandragóra gyökérből a porhüvelyt, amelybe újabb Értelmet és életed ad: a mindenek Névadóját, aki a csillagok sokaságából felismeri Sorsát, és mozgásukból meghatározza az időt, aki minden teremtmény felett Lelket, Értelmet és szabad akaratot kap.
07. The Conqueror Worm From E.A.Poe
(VIII. by poem of E.A.Poe)
Lo! 'this a gala night
within the lonesome latter years!
An angel trongh, bewinged, bedight
in veils, and drowned in tears,
sit in a theatre, to see
a play of hopes and fears,
while the orchestra breathes fitfully
the music of the spheres.
It writhes! – it writhes – with mortal pangs
the mimes become its food,
and seraphs sob at verming fangs
in human gore imbued.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
mutter and mumble low,
and hither and thither fly -
mere puppets they, who come and go
at bidding of vast formless things
thath shift the scenery to and fro,
flapping from outh their Condor wings
invisible Woe!
It writhes! – it writhes – with mortal pangs
the mimes become its food,
and seraphs sob at verming fangs
in human gore imbued.
Out – out are the lights – out all!
And, over each quivering form
the curtain, a funeral pall,
comes down with the rush of a storm
while the angels, all pallid and wan,
uprising, unveiling, affirm
that the play is the tragedy „Man,”
and its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Thath motley drama – oh, be sure
it shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
by a crowd that siez it not,
trough a circle that ever returned in
to the self-same spot,
and much of Madness, and more of Sin,
and Horror the soul of the plot.
It writhes! – it writhes – with mortal pangs
the mimes become its food,
and seraphs sob at verming fangs
in human gore imbued.
But see, amid the mimic rout
a crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude!
It writhes! – it writhes – with mortal pangs
the mimes become its food,
and seraphs sob at verming fangs
in human gore imbued.
08. Minor Disturbance in the Spirith Sphere in Antiquity
(VIII.)
The Babylonian whore drink's thee blood.
Buried eyes in her hand.
She waits the bless' of new born flesh.
In her womb blithering memories.
Pleasure of pain.
Of pain.
This is the
construction of your mind.
The emptiness –
measure of the human stain.
With unholy
thoughts of dignity.
You are mine
knife of agony.
09. S eljön értünk a fény
(Pataki Zoltán)
Bitumen szárnyainkat, beton lábainkat,
Aszfalt testünket, viasz szívűnk olvad;
Elégeti a nap.
Olvad, olvad az oltáron, áldozat az áldozat.
Jajj nekünk ha a sűrű szmog felhőn, átjut a nap.
Ha majd átjut a nap!
Ha majd átjut a nap, más lesz, minden más,
S ha már itt van, majd vakít, szembesít,
Körbe vesz, ugrál, dalol és gyermeteg,
S majd átölel és te engeded.
Te azt kérdezed milyen lesz a holnapod,
Én azt milyen volt a tegnapod.
Te azt kérded mi lesz, ha itt van a fény,
Én csak legyintek; - bekövetkező tény.
Te azt kérded szeretlek-e a túlvilágon,
Én azt mondom, ha odaát van szerelem, megtalálom.
10. Beloved Wife of Man
(VIII.)
Hear my words now flower from the garden.
Hear the truth of your winsome husband.
How he died, by my hand.
The Prophet spoke to me
through the ashes of the bones.
I break into a cold sweat.
From the fire spoken golden ones.
We used to fight together
my sword shield' his life.
He saved me thousand times,
In the battles.
But I was possessed by his wife.
One night, on a foreing land
he sleept near by my bed
I put my conscience to silence
I drow my knife, and stabed his neck
He's solid dead, in coffin bed
far away in monastery
Svjati Boze 6x
Your oath belongs to me my dearest.
My wedded wife.
Unfortunately I am not with you now, on your rugged/raged path.
Woman, beyond the grave I see the tormented pain of your heart.
But please complay with his words
and kill the bastard wile he is a sleep.
Lett him be coursed!
Forewer...
Beloved wife of man
defenseless creature
the vengeance will be full
from the fire spoken golden ones.
The wedlock hymn was bitter
She obey the words.
She was his humble servant
To fulfill the husband's curse.
One night, on the bed of down
she's barely sleep near by the vile
She put her conscience to silence
She drow the knife, and stabed his neck
He's solid dead, in coffin bed
He's solid dead, in sinful bed.
11. Learn To Obey Part 2.
(VIII.)
Please obey my now.
I watch the streets was empty
in your naked eyes.
Please do not take sacrifice.
The grave has been prepared for us
in your stone-cold room of lies.
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The Three Knot Lane demó
01. Melt into Sternum
(Nagy Gergely)
This one you should not ever hide, cover, lend or borrow
Just open your mouth but be aware because it's hard to swallow
So when your throat is fraying I reckon I'm on my way...
Straight to your heart, I'm falling right into your distinct spiral
Gazeing the stripes of vortex which paint bodeful symptom's mural
Liquid emotion controls how you stand the treatment...
Can you really choose between false and true
Still-birth-day or orphanage solitude
Does opinion make the substantial food
Or does it make a potion of poisoned brew
Apollo sees me
Asclepius chastises
Regretful Hygieia
Rueful Panacea
Anger guides your weak hand and mend the track to a face to slap it
Forgiveness is yours as it seems you fight with desperate anguish
That's why I stuck inside your esophagus now I'm gonna
Look for a bone melt into that to be close to your heart
Is dignity of the human being
Dependent on vacuum tube and syringe?
There's no complaint from the departers
But sometimes the spoil debate is malicious
Apollo sees me
Asclepius chastises
Regretful Hygieia
Rueful Panacea
[ Parts of the Hippocratic Oath ]
Is dignity of the human being
Dependent on vacuum tube and syringe?
There's no complaint from the departers
But sometimes the spoil debate is malicious
Forlorn misery
Before you could choose
Or final relief
After decision
Apollo sees me
Asclepius chastises
Regretful Hygieia
Rueful Panacea
02. Candid Debauch
(Nagy Gergely)
Only two days old and bites...
Harmless ones live whilst they pass by
Cutting glance from behind...
Eyelids of nature of the hungry kind
Growing silence as we learn...
Important things about restrictions and terms
Of being civil and selfless...
Maybe we'll save a little space for them
Feeding? No! - (way of the) uninhibited
Simply wrong
Martyrdom - (fully) unnecessary
Underdog
Breeding the load - (instead) you'd better
Cure the sore
Hideous hogs - they're just a...
Ravenous greedy inordinate bevy
with
Spasmodic moving lurking leer
and
Maniac leaping dubious prestige
so
Appetizing gist degenerate being
River of Barren Land conveys not too far - 'cause
The finest component lacks from their mind
Destruction against boon foresight
Triggers dystopic visions - and even more lies
Hey!
Changing attire day by day...
Beyond consuming they do only waste
Our territory decays
Proportionately with their torpid pace
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The Ghost of Denying demó
01. Soul Collector
(Horváth Ádám)
Break it up now!
I'm a soul collector, I see into your darkest fear
It brings me in motion, I come and I suffer, I bear
Break it up now!
I find pleasure in your sickness
This is your doom, I am the witness
Your teardrops are grazenig my skin
Your scream will cover up your sin
I'll take your life as you took mine
I'll snap you up without a sign
Take it, break it, fake it
Break it up now!
No one can feel what I felt
No one believed I'm a vector
I can't keep my hate well in hand
I have became a collector
Take it, break it, fake it
Break it up now!
Face the truth you're begging for nothing
Your soul is rotted by my loathing
My teardrops are quenching your thirst
Our souls are naked through the burst
02. Seven Faces
(Horváth Ádám)
I will cut letters out from my skin
I'll write characters with my blood
I'll draw my faces with my ribs
I'll form the tumble of my god
'Cause he failed me, I overkill
He failed me with my last will
I draw my faces with my ribs,
I scratch seven lines into you
You can't escape from my grip,
but you've had the chance all through
You're laying next to me on the ground
It's not my face what you have found
Where the beast sleeps lightly we find Almighty
Dead... go!
Lust, pride, wrath, envy
- I feel so empty
Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony
- I am your worst enemy
Now I see, you are just dying next to me
I was too blind to realize
There's something more in your eyes
I'm not alone...
'Cause he failed me, I overkill
He failed me with my last will
Where I am nobody, you feel my body
Lust, pride, wrath, envy
- I feel so empty
Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony
- I am your worst enemy
03. Cremation
(Horváth Ádám)
Traitors, liars, up there who pulls the wires
For the sake of the gain
They pull the trigger again
Black suit with a briefcase
Don't hide the Evil's face
Will we ever find somebody?
Our graves are stuffed with money... in the Hell!
Corrupt lawyer-Tycoon slaughter
But the end is near and the pushing gets higher
You're the corpse and we are the fire
Marching through a conquered nation
Humans feed the holy cremation
Bow down to the flag of the murder
Our hate will release the burner
Preaching in the name of the saviour
With the weapon of the god's favour
The end is near and the pushing gets higher
You're the corpse and we are the fire
Who will find the way?
The way out from this hell
Who will find the way?
Profit? What a sell?
Tear down the walls of the dead!
Tear it down, don't bow your head!
04. The Ghost of Denying
(Horváth Ádám)
Sometimes I fold my hands to prayer
But I never get an answer
You're sitting on your throne
And punish the dying world with cancer
I see your face
Your skin is wrinkled and pale
I see your flock
Blind idiots cry for their hail
But the sin and pain and sacrifices
They are sworn to the damn
They burn the cradles and burn the graves
This world's using up them
New Armageddon, troops are marching
I despise compassion
Unholy ghost of holy denying
This is our passion
God-dam!
Look into yourself and realize your state
Your conscience is buried by your hate
You've lived like a scum, like a vile ban
But you want to die like a human
God-dam!
Your hope will never open the gate
You can't keep clear of your fate
You've lived like a scum and you die like that
Let's face eternity you living dead
Drop dead!
I am the ghost of world's denying
I was born when purity was dying
I am the ghost of your incredulity
There's no escape, we're all guilty
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