Тексты песен MISCREANT

Birth and death - two secrets Nature - Grand enigma of essence of life. Sources of life beginning of way And aspiration to unknown. Cry of a born child, smiles of happiness And tears of a joy. Comme

The grey ground is burnt by the sun Dried by winds. It waits for own the dark night Illuminate by Fullmoon. High mountains And dense forest Protect the valley Of infernal fear. There was occurring gr

There is nothing in the world Without domination of spirit. Great spirits of the great world Of black enjoyment of destruction and death. Spirit dipped into abyss of a roughness Spiteful violence of

Black crosses extend to endless far From graveyards allies, fan ice-cold. Remains of the dead putrify tn gloom of the graves. Different human fates have been buried there. Dark of digged grave Waits

The Medieval Europe In a black obscurantism Of church moral The thousands of people Hanged and burnt By Holy Office Of Holy Church. Mass hysteria and mass pursuit Exist together in mankind's his

The way from former Life Is across the dead In new existence Of human soul lie behind Of black cerement of grave cold. Through dark tunnels Of the reason and the universe. Open the door In world the

The black moon rises Over the world In the Abyss Of eternity. There're no stars on the sky Between the heaven and hell. Jesus is dead, But I continue dwell. I want to cry: "This world like

I live in a dark vision Of the cold night, I'm feeling the flame Of my black soul. A Fullmoon excites me When the night begins. I rise through my flesh To own pain and sorrow. I walk alone into

The sacred might conceals Under a shell of our consciousness. The latent forces of person and space Give great power over boundless...; Open space of the world and nature Open space of reason and min

Concealed senses of the human soul Penetrate into every cell of the human brain. It creates bright and wonderful dreams Of the most mystic desire of a man. Open contemplation of mystic desire Recolle

The death approach by a grey fog, The death wrap your brain. Blood! Scarlet blood Flows down on a face by sticky shroud. Life go out of the body With the last heavy breath Of convulsive suffering. Th

I die and I want to see The last hope of cognition Of the verity In a light ray of consciousness Around deadly and cold dark. The verity is consist in puzzle Of magic sphere, Which gives unknown pain