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MISCREANT LYRICS
"Occult Philosophy" (1998 Demo)
1. Occult Philosophy
2. Veritable God
3. Inqusition of the Holy
4. Miscreant
5. Adagio
6. Thanatology
7. Dark Spirits of Evil
8. Birth... And Death
9. Agony of Despair
1. Occult Philosophy
The sacred might concealsUnder a shell of our consciousness.The latent forces of person and spaceGive great power over boundless...;Open space of the world and natureOpen space of reason and mind.Penetrate in secretsOf consciousness and beig,Of matter and spiritsThrough black sorcery.Dreary silence and grey quietStrengthence influence of Occult Philosophy.Learning of Occult Philosophy.Triumph,But keep it in dark sanctuaryOf the own heart in the silence.Otherwise it loses the mighty power.The human will can leadIn distant space of a free state,Give cognition of powerIn burst of astral energy of your soul..Dreary silence and grey quietStrengthence influence of Occult Philosophy.The human will should managePowers of all elementsIn the astral streamOf Kosmic Light and ether.
2. Veritable God
I die and I wantto seeThe last hope of cognitionOf the verityIn a light ray of consciousnessAround deadly and cold dark.The verity is consist in puzzleOf magic sphere,Which gives unknown painOf blissfull fear.I wanna be immortal,I must feel a unknown pain,I wanna be the godI must born again.Unraveled puzzle opens passOn labirinth of a pain...And I become a God.I shall create own religionIn my dominion of the enclosing world.My own consciousnessIs reflection of a reality.I have become a God.God of light and dark,Of chaos and tranquillity.I am verity!I have died, but I live in light rayOf consciousness around of dead cold,When you want to see the last hopeOf cognition of the true.The verity is consist in puzzleOf magic sphere,Which gives unknown painOf blissfull fear.You must be immortal,You wanna feel a unknown pain,You wanna be the godYou must born again.Walk on black labirinth of a painAcquire new envelop of human soulGlorify of own God!I am immortal, I am lifeless,I'm veritable truth, I am your God!
3. Inqusition of the Holy
The Medieval EuropeIn a black obscurantismOf church moralThe thousands of peopleHanged and burntBy Holy OfficeOf Holy Church.Mass hysteria and mass pursuitExist together in mankind's history.InquisitionOf the holyPerfect toolOf legal murder.The Holy ChurchIs armed by the Law and church books.:Many harmlessness soulsWere burn-up in a flame.The inquisitors are protectedBy blind Christian faith.Tears do not stop them.Youth and the beautyCould not rescueFrom black monksFrom Holy ChurchMass hysteria and mass pursuitExist together in mankind's history.InquisitionOf the holyPerfect toolOf legal murder.
4. Miscreant
The black moonrisesOver the worldIn the AbyssOf eternity.There're no stars on the skyBetween the heaven and hell.Jesus is dead,But I continue dwell.I want to cry:"This world like insanity!"But it doesn't disturb of meAll this is depravity.Blood-red whirlwindsAre sweeping in my soul.Wars, pain captivates my heart,Created from a stone of anger and hate.Miscreant - creator of wave of grief.I'm MISCREANT - tiller the land of sorrow.Sun willn't riseOver the worldIn quietCalmness of the joy.There will be no stars on the skyBetween the heaven and hell.Jesus has died,But I continue dwell.I'll be crying:"This world like insanity!"But it doesn't concern of meAll this is reality.I have erased all human feelingsFrom my soul.Blood, tears melts my heart,Created from ice of anger and hate.
5. Adagio
6. Thanatology
The death approachby a grey fog,The death wrap your brain.Blood! Scarlet bloodFlows down on a face by sticky shroud.Life go out of the bodyWith the last heavy breathOf convulsive suffering.The death is inevitable for everything.Each will overtake by death.You wait for the last instant of lifeWith trembling fear,Understanding horrorOf a dying agony.Feeling death,Which covers consciousnessWith a black cerecloth.Only the dark separatesAn unknown realityExpecting before.Lifeless flesh - cold like iceWith traces of the first decay.Every cell is dead,All cloak by dark.You are deadThere're no emotions and feelingsEverything remains behind.You have waited of the last instant of lifeOblivion before... or no?Everybody death waits.Feeling death,Which covers consciousnessWith a black cerecloth.Only the dark separatesAn unknown realityExpecting before.
7. Dark Spirits of Evil
There is nothingin the worldWithout domination of spirit.Great spirits of the great worldOf black enjoyment of destruction and death.Spirit dipped into abyss of a roughnessSpiteful violence of triumph of deathDemolition of matter and the bodyCloak by endless thick of horror and pain.The appearance in dying visionsWidged in a moribund brainBegins trends of a living fleshTowards destruction and death.This is crueltyOf indomitable dark spirits.This is greatPleasure of the suffering.Man has power over spiritsOnly through mental force of will.I look in a face of dark spirit.I am accomplice of spirit of evil.I posses power of destruction and death,I achieve a great cognition.Spirit dipped into abyss of a roughnessSpiteful violence of triumph of deathDemolition of matter and the bodyEpidemics, wars and the great cataclysmsHere it a great feast of the dark spirits.More mortification, more violence.Give them enjoy with destruction.Cry of despair and entreaty of sufferingTune of delight by great celebration.Only death and destruction restoresEquilibrium of a Nature.
8. Birth... And Death
Birth and death -two secrets Nature -Grand enigma of essence of life.Sources of life beginning of wayAnd aspiration to unknown.Cry of a born child, smiles of happinessAnd tears of a joy.Commencement of life - perishable lifeBurning down a flame of Universe.Birth is a beginning of living thing,But death interrupts everything.Voices,Voices of the deadCall into black boundless chasm.Supplication and cry of suffering souls -They are in pain in eternal cold.Closed the door in Eternity or non - existence.But voices,Dead voicesCall into black boundless chasm.And aura of dead soulsSuperimposes seals of grief and sorror.The dark souls go on earth as shadowsIn silence of night.And only the celebration of deathGives dying ecstasy to them.Birth and death - two secrets Nature -Grand enigma of essence of life.The end of life - completion of vital wayDeath of reason.Crying over funeral train, grimaces of sufferingAnd tears of the grief.Completion of life - perishable lifeBurning down in a flame of the Universe.Birth is a beginning of living thing,But death interrupts everything.
9. Agony of Despair
He feels selfconstrained between casket boards.He cannot breath freely and to rise hands.It's impossible to be turnedAnd cadaverous toxic steamsFill his cramped casket in the dead cave.The thought about burial alivePerforate into his brainUnspeakable horror and the fearWill be widge in his consciousness:"To die in an own grave" -Agony of despair.Screaming... Suffering...Heartrending voice from under earth.Desperation... Desolation...Terrible death in the common grave.He cry, with hope,That he will be heard,But thikness of groundMuffles his the harrowing cry.Air is condenced, the forces are strained,Chest rises with heavy breath.Face glow. The blood flows from a nose and month.The blood fills the cascet.He scratches boards of coffin stripping off finger-nails,He pull out hair, he tears to pieces own flesh.The thought about burial alivePerforate into his brainHe knock on a cover of a coffin,The lumps of ground crush his body.He swins in the blood.Black feeble dark around.Screaming... Suffering...Heartrending voice from under earth.Desperation... Desolation...Terrible death in the common grave.His cry chokes in bloody musilageCurrent from a throat,Mixing up with gurgle and death rattle...He is dead.
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