Текст песни uncreativity - Некрономикон

I.
In the dusty pantry I find him
I will finally get what I wanted;
Accounted for anywhere this power without knowing
Not honey, for reading immediately sat down,
About something else to think without becoming.
So an hour is not one, not the Sovar, flew ...
And now, with a dozen pages, the spray,
Found, finally, the fact that I ordered me.
That needed leaf for himself breaking
Hoping that everything has managed to
I closed the book, and, from the seating,
When the fire of zeal is warmed up,
Went on the road, remove it in the bag,
Between the languid deserts and lifeless bodies.

II.
Through mountain peaks, steppe plains,
Medium cliffs and gorges, canyons, caves,
On the paths of the forest, over the naval baying,
Along the rivers and lakes and other biospheres.

Over the year bypassing the whole of the earth half,
Summage experience accumulated years.
I am sure that our world will swallow the bog,
And it is unlikely that we will once see the light.

Although my goal seems to you strange
My motives will not understand, I will not hide,
But know - the remnants of the soul of my torn
Already not to find peace in this world.

Seal opening the doors of the old temple,
On the ancient altar laying his garbage,
Speed ​​said and following the plan,
I was presented by the blood of my tribute to him.

That important fragment delivered from the pocket,
At the text of the presence of the eyes fixed.
I finally achieved what I waited a tirelessly -
I called the creatures of the crushing forces.

III
Rose from the ashes, leave the draws,
Where hundreds of years you wished freedom;
Jollize where you ended up
And destroy nature errors!

Make fear who do not find;
Listen to consumption if the way is broken!
Break, crawl, burn in flight,
And let their droin from fear are burning!

Bagher rivers flock in the mouth,
And the thunder rolled in the sky noise.
On my face, you will not see sadness,
After all, the children of my fate of the world are preferred!

"Apocalypse came!" - Crys are heard.
Their fear from the inside devouring strongest.
Bodies are illicit only dull glare
From the red light of burning lights.

From buildings, houses only fragments remained;
Everywhere pieces of bloody bodies.
Those monsters tried quite strongly
To do everything that I wanted from them.

IV.
The end. All the expectations were justified.
No more anywhere those naive plebeans
What is in vain from the fate to hide tried:
Do not annoy me earlier it would be rather.

For them, necronomicon was only a legend,
Strachilka for kids, forgotten as a dream.
However, death is not unprecedented for them,
Though the will of my Judgment day was committed.

Without seeing the problem that became huge
For years, the planet is mercilessly coffin,
You are selfishly forgotten about the roots,
What they spent you. Their name is Earth.

The end of your era awaited you inevitably.
At times, this period I managed to cut.
And let me come by no diligent,
I could not allow you to kill the earth.

V.
During the day, a new day, a new month has come.
People have a population in the summer.
Through the clouds became visible night crescents,
And the darkness was dissolved, giving the way to the light.

I, as if Somnambula, shyly wander
Between the streets of empty luminous moon.
For the choice of such a thing, I do not rush
But heaving him greatly presses sometimes.

I realized that I successfully performed my duty,
I sent the beings of all back to the astral.
The universe will accurately remember,
As I, like God, the new world founded.

Now, without seeing more goals,
I understood the universe is completely the point
With a sigh, the last entrance through the doors
Morobic world, ending your way.