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02. De Profundis
Open!
Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of Death.
Where haunts the siren's wail,
Maddening and deafening.
Open!
Your heart and you might hear it to.
Pregnant with nightmares,
Beckoning you...
To and fro, the winding darkness,
Deepend gulfs and shallow graves.
Crooked is the trail
Left by the Dragon's tail
...And edged by the flesh of heroes
Who tried to slay him.
Only to die like swine at his feet.
Unto the eye of the storm
Where leads the narrow path of damnation,
The pipers dance in wicked ways...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies swollen with flame.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to shatter harmony.
Beware; that sound,
That stems from deeps profound.
The mouth of Hell,
Where tousand cunning devils dwell.
Thousand-throated tempter, what musick you make;
Melodies of malady, a spark of gasoline hearts!
And unto our enemy a dagger that ever stabs
The face of sanity and every throat it grabs...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies now bathing in flames.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to rape the symphony of god.
So loud, that sound,
Rising from under ground.
Each mouth of Hell;
Scream forth that rebel yell!
From atop the oldest bastions of madness and of mutiny,
May their grave blaze ever light our path...
For have they not made us see the burning heavens?
The beacons of rebellion. And the return of angry, angry, angry Gods?
====================
Разверзни!
Свои склепы горести, глубины смерти
Где эхом разлетается вопль сирен,
Сводящий с ума и оглушающий
Разверзни!
Сердце свое, и возможно ты тоже услышишь!
Отяжеленный ночными кошмарами,
Зовущими тебя...
Туда и обратно, по извилистым путям тьмы,
Глубочайшие пропасти и разверзнутые могилы.
Извилист путь
Оставленный хвостом дракона.
...И выстланный телами героев,
Пытавшихся его убить.
И умерших подобно свиньям под его стопами.
Прямиком в зеницы штормов,
Куда ведет узкая тропа властвования.
Трубачи отплясывают свой причудливый танец.
Извлеченные из глубин пропасти безымянной
Пронзая небеса, раздувшиеся от пожарищ
Единый путь их восстать из-под земли
Непокорными аккордами диссонанса, разрушающими гармонию.
Берегись этого звука,
Который исходит из сердца глубин
Из пасти ада,
Где обитают тысячи хитроумных демонов.
О, искуситель, о тысячи пастей, что за музыку порождаешь ты
Мелодии расстройств, вспышки из нефтяных утроб,
Обрушивается на врагов наших, как разящий клинок,
В лицо здравомыслию, полосой по каждой глотке.
Извлеченные из глубин пропасти безымянной
Пронзая небеса, утопающие в огне,
Единый путь их восстать из-под земли
Непокорными аккордами диссонанса, насилующими
божественную симфонию.
Как громогласен этот звук,
Восстающий прямо из-под земли
Из каждой из пастей ада,
Разносится этот вопль протеста.
С вершины старейшего бастиона безумия и мятежа,
Освятит пусть их могила наш путь...
Ибо не дали они нам бросить взгляд на пылающие небеса,
Маяк для мятежников и возвращающего злого, злого, злого Бога
Open!
Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of Death.
Where haunts the siren's wail,
Maddening and deafening.
Open!
Your heart and you might hear it to.
Pregnant with nightmares,
Beckoning you...
To and fro, the winding darkness,
Deepend gulfs and shallow graves.
Crooked is the trail
Left by the Dragon's tail
...And edged by the flesh of heroes
Who tried to slay him.
Only to die like swine at his feet.
Unto the eye of the storm
Where leads the narrow path of damnation,
The pipers dance in wicked ways...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies swollen with flame.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to shatter harmony.
Beware; that sound,
That stems from deeps profound.
The mouth of Hell,
Where tousand cunning devils dwell.
Thousand-throated tempter, what musick you make;
Melodies of malady, a spark of gasoline hearts!
And unto our enemy a dagger that ever stabs
The face of sanity and every throat it grabs...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies now bathing in flames.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to rape the symphony of god.
So loud, that sound,
Rising from under ground.
Each mouth of Hell;
Scream forth that rebel yell!
From atop the oldest bastions of madness and of mutiny,
May their grave blaze ever light our path...
For have they not made us see the burning heavens?
The beacons of rebellion. And the return of angry, angry, angry Gods?
====================
Разверзни!
Свои склепы горести, глубины смерти
Где эхом разлетается вопль сирен,
Сводящий с ума и оглушающий
Разверзни!
Сердце свое, и возможно ты тоже услышишь!
Отяжеленный ночными кошмарами,
Зовущими тебя...
Туда и обратно, по извилистым путям тьмы,
Глубочайшие пропасти и разверзнутые могилы.
Извилист путь
Оставленный хвостом дракона.
...И выстланный телами героев,
Пытавшихся его убить.
И умерших подобно свиньям под его стопами.
Прямиком в зеницы штормов,
Куда ведет узкая тропа властвования.
Трубачи отплясывают свой причудливый танец.
Извлеченные из глубин пропасти безымянной
Пронзая небеса, раздувшиеся от пожарищ
Единый путь их восстать из-под земли
Непокорными аккордами диссонанса, разрушающими гармонию.
Берегись этого звука,
Который исходит из сердца глубин
Из пасти ада,
Где обитают тысячи хитроумных демонов.
О, искуситель, о тысячи пастей, что за музыку порождаешь ты
Мелодии расстройств, вспышки из нефтяных утроб,
Обрушивается на врагов наших, как разящий клинок,
В лицо здравомыслию, полосой по каждой глотке.
Извлеченные из глубин пропасти безымянной
Пронзая небеса, утопающие в огне,
Единый путь их восстать из-под земли
Непокорными аккордами диссонанса, насилующими
божественную симфонию.
Как громогласен этот звук,
Восстающий прямо из-под земли
Из каждой из пастей ада,
Разносится этот вопль протеста.
С вершины старейшего бастиона безумия и мятежа,
Освятит пусть их могила наш путь...
Ибо не дали они нам бросить взгляд на пылающие небеса,
Маяк для мятежников и возвращающего злого, злого, злого Бога
02. De Profundis
Open!
Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of death.
Where haunts the siren's wail,
Maddening and deafening.
Open!
Your heart and you might hear it to.
Pregnant with nightmares,
Beckoning you ...
To and fro, the winding darkness,
Deepend gulfs and shallow graves.
Crooked is the trail
Left by the Dragon's tail
... And edged by the flesh of heroes
Who tried to slay him.
Only to die like swine at his feet.
Unto the eye of the storm
Where leads the narrow path of damnation,
The pipers dance in wicked ways ...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies swollen with flame.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to shatter harmony.
Beware; that sound,
That stems from deeps profound.
The mouth of Hell,
Where tousand cunning devils dwell.
Thousand-throated tempter, what musick you make;
Melodies of malady, a spark of gasoline hearts!
And unto our enemy a dagger that ever stabs
The face of sanity and every throat it grabs ...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies now bathing in flames.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to rape the symphony of god.
So loud, that sound,
Rising from under ground.
Each mouth of Hell;
Scream forth that rebel yell!
From atop the oldest bastions of madness and of mutiny,
May their grave blaze ever light our path ...
For have they not made us see the burning heavens?
The beacons of rebellion. And the return of angry, angry, angry Gods?
=====================
Get it!
Their crypts of sorrow, the depths of death
Where the cry of sirens echoes
Crazy and stunning
Get it!
Your heart, and maybe you will hear too!
Weighed down by nightmares
Calling you ...
To and from the winding paths of darkness
The deepest abysses and open graves.
Winding path
Left by the tail of a dragon.
... And lined with the bodies of heroes,
Trying to kill him.
And the dead are like pigs under his feet.
Straight at the zenith of the storms
Where the narrow path of rule leads.
Trumpeters dance their fancy dance.
Extracted from the depths of the abyss of the nameless
Piercing heaven swollen from conflagration
One way to rise from the ground
The rebellious chords of dissonance, destroying harmony.
Watch out for that sound
That comes from the heart of the depths
From the mouth of hell
Where thousands of cunning demons live.
Oh tempter, oh a thousand jaws, what kind of music do you spawn
Melody disorders, flashes from the oil womb,
He falls upon our enemies like a smashing blade
In the face of sanity, a strip across each throat.
Extracted from the depths of the abyss of the nameless
Piercing the skies drowning in fire
One way to rise from the ground
The rebellious chords of dissonance raping
divine symphony.
How loud this sound is
Rising right out of the ground
From every mouth of hell
This cry of protest is heard.
From the top of the oldest bastion of madness and rebellion
May their grave consecrate our path ...
For they did not give us a glimpse of the burning heavens,
Lighthouse for the rebels and the returning evil, evil, evil God
Open!
Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of death.
Where haunts the siren's wail,
Maddening and deafening.
Open!
Your heart and you might hear it to.
Pregnant with nightmares,
Beckoning you ...
To and fro, the winding darkness,
Deepend gulfs and shallow graves.
Crooked is the trail
Left by the Dragon's tail
... And edged by the flesh of heroes
Who tried to slay him.
Only to die like swine at his feet.
Unto the eye of the storm
Where leads the narrow path of damnation,
The pipers dance in wicked ways ...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies swollen with flame.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to shatter harmony.
Beware; that sound,
That stems from deeps profound.
The mouth of Hell,
Where tousand cunning devils dwell.
Thousand-throated tempter, what musick you make;
Melodies of malady, a spark of gasoline hearts!
And unto our enemy a dagger that ever stabs
The face of sanity and every throat it grabs ...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed,
Piercing the skies now bathing in flames.
Ever shall they rise from the underground,
The defiant chords of dissonance, to rape the symphony of god.
So loud, that sound,
Rising from under ground.
Each mouth of Hell;
Scream forth that rebel yell!
From atop the oldest bastions of madness and of mutiny,
May their grave blaze ever light our path ...
For have they not made us see the burning heavens?
The beacons of rebellion. And the return of angry, angry, angry Gods?
=====================
Get it!
Their crypts of sorrow, the depths of death
Where the cry of sirens echoes
Crazy and stunning
Get it!
Your heart, and maybe you will hear too!
Weighed down by nightmares
Calling you ...
To and from the winding paths of darkness
The deepest abysses and open graves.
Winding path
Left by the tail of a dragon.
... And lined with the bodies of heroes,
Trying to kill him.
And the dead are like pigs under his feet.
Straight at the zenith of the storms
Where the narrow path of rule leads.
Trumpeters dance their fancy dance.
Extracted from the depths of the abyss of the nameless
Piercing heaven swollen from conflagration
One way to rise from the ground
The rebellious chords of dissonance, destroying harmony.
Watch out for that sound
That comes from the heart of the depths
From the mouth of hell
Where thousands of cunning demons live.
Oh tempter, oh a thousand jaws, what kind of music do you spawn
Melody disorders, flashes from the oil womb,
He falls upon our enemies like a smashing blade
In the face of sanity, a strip across each throat.
Extracted from the depths of the abyss of the nameless
Piercing the skies drowning in fire
One way to rise from the ground
The rebellious chords of dissonance raping
divine symphony.
How loud this sound is
Rising right out of the ground
From every mouth of hell
This cry of protest is heard.
From the top of the oldest bastion of madness and rebellion
May their grave consecrate our path ...
For they did not give us a glimpse of the burning heavens,
Lighthouse for the rebels and the returning evil, evil, evil God