Текст песни Ritual Front - Малиновая Смерть-Гора

Rising to the top of the Crimson Death-Mountain
Forever will remain indifferent to the festive fireworks
The extravaganza of progress will not entice them
And the stench of decomposition will not affect
Black Gold is Dead Blood
Paper gold is a fraud
And royal gold is no more in the world
For the king of the world is hid to the end
No one to rotate the wheel
Peoples now control themselves
We wander the earth like blind people, remaining slaves to somebody's theories
Our cities stand in place of the ruins
And they turn into ruins erased from the face of the earth by the Huns
But from now on there will be no more empires or Huns
After all, the pyramid has a vertex
And this sign is everywhere
Henceforth, the saving lie about freedom
Won the shocking truth about tyranny
From now on, the pigeon treads the breast of the fallen eagle
And the seal of death is called the symbol of peace
But freedom is only a larger cell
And so it was here at all times
In addition to the very first
Death-mountain remembers those times
Death-mountain knows that when God is dead
Just as all the old gods were dead
White turns black
Purity turns into atrocity
The lower occupy the place of the higher
And all the temples are filled with plague infection
 

When you plunge into the depth of the Archetype
From the darkness the true symbols rise
Deadly dangerous for the existing world order
Bearing with a piercing furious light
Of the Black Sun