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APOCRYPHAL LYRICS
"The Mask" (1999)
1. Intro
2. Blind Slaves
3. The Ar-ma-ged’don Day
4. Sentenced To Everlasting Humbleness
5. The Forest
6. The Mask
7. Outro
1. Intro
2. Blind Slaves
Everything covers the darkness
And sticky fear i hear
Rustles of the steps
From all the sides
Above the sculptured of gods
Nimbus out of crows
Halreal peace to become dirty
In loneless
Again suffering my friend
I’ll tell you abaut it
Lord of lie sends his devoted
Dogs on the land
On which
Blind belief
Seired peoples
And their maind
Master of wars
Throws on the land
His flery servants
Develop on it Henocid
Do you hear me
My friend?
This green planet
Soon will be dead
Again suffering
Of blind slaves
The death of their chiefes
And their states
Their blind belief
Gave birth the wars
And Henocid
On the planet
When humanity will die
The nature will take
Everything again
To it self
This is sufferihg my friend
This is the pain of dull peoples
This is the nature destroy the weaks
To be alive it self
3. The Ar-ma-ged’don Day
The planet is on the verge of dying out
Humanity is floundering helplessly in agony of it’s mind
The buttle will come in which everybody will die
Gather Satyrs and Tsars
Of the earth
Oppressed plebeians an childrens
Of Azael
All the creatures of the earth and the servants lord
The war will come in which the planet
Will be destroyed
Wake up from the deep sleeps
All thirsting the revenge
Stand up the Hypocrites and liers
Gather in the peace which name
Is Ar-ma-ged’don
The time is passing through centuries
Everything is cover with dark shroud
And black fog
The earth is in the darkness
In loneless
4. Sentenced To Everlasting Humbleness
You are persistently continueing to go
On the sick and moaning earth
Hatred is exuding from
The aching sores-smother it
Charging air of wilderness of sorrow
Is pressing bending down the head
To the dry crack clay
“Bow down lower”
From the clets in the earth
Smoke is exuding
The death is smiling sarcastically
And continuing to go-this is your world
Smoke is coling in continuous stairs
Losing in grey sky endlessly
How long are you going to go?
You cannot know
Punget smell penetrating in the brain
Is covering the consciousness softly
You are going up slowly
In the very centre of sorrowful earth
Every step is senseless
Unconscious, uncontrolled
Every step-more pain
More suffering, but humbleness
Coil by Coil
Death is smiling early
Catching by hot smoke
Of own humbleness
You continuing to go...
5. The Forest
The delight of pain stays forever
The delight of pain and self-extermination
I see as the blooding Sun is going away
And the Sun-scorched trees of the old forest
The tops of which are spreading the wasting
In the deep silence of inaccassible woods
Inaccassible woods
I feel the song of the dark night
Which the cry of wild birds is cutting
I am the prince of dark thick forest
I am the lord of the dark night
The dark forest is the feeling of inexplicable fear
The pleasure of which is the pleasant pain
I am the master of fear
I am the prince of the dark thick forest
Of all animals and birds living in them
I am the lord of the dark night
And the black mystery
I am the keeper of the spirits
And ancient historys
I am the lord of the dark old forest
6. The Mask
The red death is devostating
The country for already many years
The blood was it’s the arms of flag
And seal-crimson of the blood!
But the prince was previously gay
The fear didn’t steal his heart
The mind didn’t lose sharpness
The pain didn’t draw no one step
When his owness became without people
He called to himself thousands of serrents
And together with them tightly closed
In his strengthing castle
On the fifth day of his life in the castle
He gathered all of them on the masquerade
It was real bacchanalia
Everybody was singing and dancing
The red death
The red death capture of the earth
The red death
The red death. The mask of red death
In the mindnight when the clock has rung
A new mask appered on the masquerade
The guest was meagre and maffled in the shroud
The streaks of the corpse were on it’s fase
No nobody has already doubted
That its the red death
One aftern another the people were falling
In the halls splashed by the blood
All proples perished in thise poses
In which the death had overtocken them
Darkness, Destruction and Eternal Silence
Fell silensl’y above all this
7. Outro
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