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...na prvo slushanje mi je bio mnogo dosadan album, prebrz za moj ukus :))), ali... Posle tretjeg preciznog preslushavanja me je odushevio!! Odlichan album! Wallpaperi su im super. Red Alert 2 FOREVER!!! :)

 

Hotju neki funeral doom iz Jerusalima koji glorifikuje Hitlera hehehehehehehehehehehehe

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Rozhdestvo v Murmanske

 

we all fall down and not everyone gets up

a wasted day brings us an endless night

His crucifixion repeats itself in my dreams

nevertheles, I sleep

-and suffer with Him all night

holy blood flows onto my perverted thoughts

my temple of flesh crumbles under this sin

this dream rips my blackened heart apart

and while awake...

the unclean spirit follows me all day

my body is crushed

crush the body

crush it - and that is i

 

Predatel

 

oh you, look here

what's becoming of me with you

my eyes are empty

and you're the serpent in paradise

the third day will come to the holy one

-I shall live again

and you won't find me in this tomb

it is written: I was fated for suffering

but years shall fly by

...the third day will come to the holy one

yet you are my traitor

forever a traitor

yes, you are a traitor

you're a traitor

I foresaw it all - my downfall

but I didn't do anything

oh, my traitor, I don't fear you

for you are my beloved enemy

 

1917

 

all my brothers have dissapeared

the streets are empty, the streetlights out

no reasons in sight, nor heard

suddenly my life just has no meaning, no goal

escaping to America

to start a new life there

after leaving my motherland

I am an outcast everywhere

an alien

no one knows what is happening

with the country of with me...

oh, what are we getting into?

and after some years who will remember

who was right an who betrayed?

and besides, I won't be around...

 

Chernaya Dyra

 

there is nothing but infertility here

even dreams are of nothingness

and the rays of the sun and the moon

cannot save me from death

their sins covered in excuses

and without hope we live

continuing numbly towards the bottom

the road into me is like the road down the Mirny mine

a spiralling decent into nothingness

I'm a life complitely crushed, an apparition

a black hole breathing involuntary

I shatter all mirrors around me

I cannot even bare my own stench

I fear nothing like I fear myself

and I curse this monstrosity I've become

broken, immobile

cursedm, yet still alive

each indifferend day I drink by the bottle

just to be able to live with myself

to survive the day and survive the night

all the way to the next dark dawn

that I never wanted

broken, immobile

cursedm, yet still alive

oh, poor me...

oh, poor me...

 

Stalingrad

 

I woke up at once

knocking on my door

sweat gleamed on my forehead by the moonlight

from the street below

came the rumbling of Black Marys

they gave me five minutes

to dress up

no more

Stalingrad, a powerful state, an old dream

everyone's an enemy, no sleep at nights

yet a strange longing

my son looked me so quietly

he knew what he had done

I said goodbye to my wife

and left without words

going down it struck me

how I loved my son

but more than me

my son loved the land

 

Ne Prosti

 

a new century, the same old world

we remained unchanged

as always, as we were before

here I live and see it all

as if I would enjoy it

everyday, to this day, I sin

frozen blood and no love

a multitude of doubts

a new age awaits us

I'm not holy, I'm the other

I'm not with you, nor against

why won't you release me

...I didn't ask to see you...

...I didn't ask for anyone to save me

do not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive

I have deserved my lot

do not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive

and I am not asking for forgiveness

a new country, the same old world

we remained unchanged

as always, as we were before

I am there, it's Doomsday

and old acquaintances

they all adore only evil

frozen blood and no love

a multitude of suffering

and dark age awaits us

I'm not holy, I'm the other

I'm not with you, nor against

why did you banish me

I didn't choose you...

...I didn't choose anyonedo not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive

I have deserved my lot

do not forgive me, Lord - I do not belive

and I am not asking for forgiveness

 

Ocherednye

 

it's all repeated again

a war for mistakes covered in grief

a gloomy night has arrived

and the world sinks into black slime

we cannot save anyone

just choose a short epigraph

then take peek into the future:

mushroom-dreams roaming wildly

this time of ours always astounds me

we don't see the end, but run straight to it

that lowly idiot is hiding

laughing in secret, from afar

and so he has sold our fate

there's no more youth, noly timeless scars

 

Odin Den iz Zhizni Yegora Kuznetsova

 

the chieftains are dreaming...

dreams too sweet

but I see what exsist

they don't understand, not a single thought

although I gave them all the answers

we look at each other in the eye

but he keeps lying

with power of he self-justifies

I do not know

for how long I am able to hold on

and I do not understand

that I'm still alive after all

in my car there's just the bottle and me and in my pocket the mobile is tinkling

I do not answer, I know who it is

and I hide all my thoughts in the mist

soon she is dreaming...

dreams too sweet

but I see what exist

she can't understand, even the rays of dawn

yet I find answers within them

I do not know

for how long I am able to hold on

and I do not understand

that I'm still alive after all

in the day - no

in the night - no

 

Demon

 

The woeful demon, above the ground

flew without a sound

reminiscing ages past

lightly, now and then, from his eyes

a tear fell like lava

and the land burned below

he wanted to belive in goodness

he wanted to pray

to make peace and to love

but he wasn't allowed to live

thus, he decided

to destroy other's delight

here I rule and love

in the dark I'm watching you

you see me from the first time:

"I', the enemy of the heavens, the natural vice!"

and you shall become queen of the earth,

my very first fiancé;

without compassion, without concern

you'll begin to watch the world.

where there's no genuine glee,

and where there are but crimes and castigations

and passions most pathetic,

where they cannot fearlessly

feel neither hate, nor love

 

Edited by Steven Seagal
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