Текст песни Deathspell Omega - Chaining the Katechon

The sentence does not happen suddenly , the process of turning my proiskhoit little by little .

In a place devoid of every kind of resistance ,
Fire devours the roots of the bush.
Left even crows
Dream about abortion Babylon trembles .
And stuttering words
Like a clear echo in the wilderness,
Disappear in these areas of lowest
Where shame is unknown.

It is futile Earth.
Vision final deception.
There can be no refuge
In this grotesque liquid flow,
Where forms dissolve into each other ,
Where the cause becomes consequence .
Erring on insanity
In hostile immensity .
How legitimate belief in despair ?

Shackle sanctified spirit
between all that pulsates .
This primitive degradation -
erosion, crumbling ,
permanent separation.
This excitement and anxiety
Like Absolute coming world.
However, the temple stands still
And the star shines.

Bent allowed purulent saliva
To heaven , and spike
Look for the location of the wound.
The sun shines sadness .
They are in their splendor.
Those who shared
With their mouths infected ,
Creepy beam exile
Will be their guide .

Scattered they go forward to
Incestuous womb.
Fertile womb of the two ,
And three , and all .
The weight of these bodies,
In shallow waters ,
Destroys the balance.

There is a tear of fire
In the sky worlds.

There is a tear of fire.
And your language of light,
Caressed quiet leprosy
From your palate.
Whispers of a narrow gorge lies.
Tranquil occupation of agony.
Scary broths mass grave
And risky pedagogy abyss

We walked through , about God .
We were bending and konvulsiruya
We have seen the blood of God . She shone .
You distributed it , and we drank it .
We have seen Thy Image .
A space of our eyes and mouths is emptiness .
We were bound and konvulsiruyuschie .
It broke us and degrade us.

Responsible for the core origin.
Pulsating debt remains here.
Shining in his multiple division .
It is between the mother
And her outcast child.
Behind the hand that kills
And attempts of reconciliation.
Dissemination of grief on the vain world
Done with impartiality .

The task is completed, the human vocation
It's become intensely mortal.
Do not step back
Before the votes ,
Emanating from viselichnogo tree .
Work increases the sense
Which was lacking in the history of the times ,
But that was in the bones and dust.

Finely milled to a white powder ,
In the factory of fragmentation.
You give it to the brothers and sisters .
Remains of an oath.
Vague echo of the midnight of the day
The appearance of which has never been .
A man came out of the grave.

Still temple stands
And the star shines.

Are endless , those who can not be uniform .
Exchange their rings
In the curved world
Devastated divisions.
Trite principle of stellar ages,
like the ford
Between scarlet rivers.
Crossing over to their dark waters.
Countless extinct cradle.

Explicit flash ahead
Resonates with moaning colors.
Under such a suffocating heat,
That men become pregnant .
You keep a palimpsest of grief .
The once -forgotten drop .
Our fall ..
This death is not Bole channel
to reunite the shattered flesh god

The action of a free man
Related to the balance of the world.
Designs themselves to infinity.
but fragmentation
His ontological ballast -
Dispersion and overcoming .
Bring vintage escalating conflict -
Unleashes spiral fragments.
Rend meridians.

The temple stands
His prison walls
for Katehona
At that time , as the plowman t
The clear , bright and stale tears .
And the blood pours from fissures .
At the time, the star shines high ,
There's no place to hide from the
His rotten world.