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Pelossa sinä minua katsot
Polvet maata vasten hakattuina
Kyyneliä lasket, kun se virtaa
Läpi kuivan, elottoman maan
Kipu on harhaa ja kaikki muukin
Todellinen olet vasta, kun luovutat
Olet kuin tieto muinainen, kauan kuollut
Joka ei osaa päästää irti itsestään

Eteen polvistuit Jumalan patsaan
Marmorista tehty, ruosteesta muodoton
Katsot mitä hän kumartaa
Edessäs' seisoo hahmo vapaan olennon
Saatana on edelläkävijä, minun jälkeeni
Jumalan patsaat kumartaen meitä
Jumala autuutensa selkänahastas riisti
Kirottu Jehova, tunne minun vihani

Silkkiviittansa tahrittu orjiensa syljellä
Hänen lapsensa sairaana piirissä makaa
Lausuen vaikeroiden Hänelle rukousta, lohtua
Jonka lopuksi jokainen päällensä oksentaa

Minä loin Hänet näyttämään ihmisen virheet
Jota lampaat seuraavat ja tuhoon tuomitaan
Antamaan suunnan, jota välttää
Mutta hänet valtaistuimelle nostitte

Siinä istut, ihmisraunio
Kädessäs risti, joka kosketuksestas murenee

The polar sphaira circulating
Changing its shape and essence

Barriers of broken light
Flickering side to side
Enlightening the living
Illumination beginning

The statues of the virtuous
Standing still beholding the sky
Trembling sky so furious
The storms where no spirits lie

Creation! Of the new order!
Disjuncture! The light from the suns!
Crumbling of pillars of the matter
The collapse and the new beginning

-Isth

A distant soul sitting before me
Crying so its eyes can't see
Shed the tears of the damned
On this frostbitten soil
Making it freeze and harden
Even more
When the ice touches the sky
You truly are alone

Touching the stars, like in the dream
Flickering above in the dark blue heights
Feeling the breeze of the spectral moon
So there I stood next to lamming lights

This eerie figure on the ground
In consensus with my mind
The pillar we're standing on
Still growing as a grand manifest of nature
It rose on feet, standing there staring
Talking to me with no sound
As it vanished in the air
Left me there with frozen leaves

Touching the stars, like in the dream
Flickering above in the dark blue heights
Feeling the breeze of the spectral moon
So there I stood next to lamming lights

The pillar crumbles, vacillating side to side
In the center I wait for the end
Looking around as stars fade away
And the light relinquish as the shadows enter
The pillar shatters and I fall into the void
Don't know how long I am about to sink
As descending, there's pillar far away
There stood someone else with the ghost
Stood on the frostbitten soil
Looking at the lamming lights above

Landscapes remain untouched
Through the centuries
Waters colored with colour of filth
Seas turned to graveyard of life

Living beings fossilized
Their remains standing still
Waiting for time
When the grand sea of fire
Wipes away our dying sphere

Faces of extinction smiling
Watching with its dead, bleak sight
Ghosts wandering as blind
Searching each other in vain

All the breakthrough thoughts
Covered in sand, under the rays of giant
There is nothing but light and storms
In this hellish sea of waving sand

All the steps of performed vanity
Are paid back to the nature
As the nature send the final toll upon us
Our errors forgiven in exchange of life and death

Before the great purification
Sterilizing our domain in universe
The final embrace of fire and dust
We hear the last remaining sounds
Before the closure

-Isth

Gather the tears
Of thousands of eyes
In a small vessel

Gather the lives
Of thousands of souls
In the same vessel

Gather the horrors
Which these poor souls witnessed
In your quest of prosperity

Immerse yourself
Under malevolence
Under greed and inhumanity
Rise as a prophet on the podium
Made of bodies of your children

My naked body so clean
Ready to seal my mind
To be one with Nature
Cut away my shell

Erase my limits, split my view
View from existence, tension of life
Potential collapse seen in the past
The pillars of storms rising high
Oceans and waters, waving reversed
Leaves return back to trees
Lifeforms devolutionized
Stars fragmentating into clouds
Of shattered materia

Prīmus - Leaking down through the worldly layers
Secundus - Approaching the center of the Universe
Tertius - Embracing the pressure and heat
Quartus - Sink into warm, stormy abyss

Quīntus!

Quīntus... Almost reaching the end
Leaving my essence behind...
Reaching the level where
Even Nature has no meaning

Sextus - My shadow slowly reaching my hand
Septimus - Like floating on the surface of the Sun
Octāvus - Coronas flashing between me
Nōnus - Finally I reach myself

Decimus!
In fraction of moment I spread through constitutions

Another universe opens from the borders of this void
Where the Nature can be shaped by will
Impossibilities become nonsense
Through the stages of self-ostracization

-Isth

The shepherd,
protector of man
Protector of hordes, the weak
Keeping the disease
inside the borders
Letting bastard sons
rise on their thrones

Through centuries the blood decays
Same blood, inbred siblings
Shepherd effing its protegies
Restoring their faith in him with lies

Disease spread through flesh and blood
Through actions and years to pass

Nothing will cleanse
this filth
No one will be saved
from damnation
Created with
repulsing nature
The bastard king
reborn again

Prophecies are told
by corrupted beings
Swallowed by idiotic
gregarious animals
Raping their own
kind in the name
Of their God

Now your kind is utterly sick
You see no chances of survival
Your shepherd set your fields on fire
Erasing you from this world

The shepherd creates new fauna
Making them inbreed again
The disease spread through generations
Inbred plague among the sheep

-Isth

Tuonen virran virtaamaa
Sinne kuolevan käsi kurottaa
Kämmeniinsä vettä hautoo
Sillä syntinsä päältään huuhtoo

Kuin lailla ajatusten erakon
Kuin läpi kysymysten aavikon
Hän tietää, minne profeettansa vie
Kuolleiden maalla käy hänen tie

Polkunsa kuin Jumalan johdattaman
Kuin olisi suojelluksessa Saatanan
Käsivartensa jo kovin tunnottomat
Tulevaisuutensa kohtalon viitoittamat

Kaaoksen tuoma herja
Maailma uskoo kirosanaan
Ennemmin kuin itseensä
Ennemmin kirjaan ilman sivuja
Tyhjät merkinnät
Kuolleet tarkoitukset
Maailma nojaa elottomaan aatteeseen
Sen ainoaan herjaan

Se on niin valkoinen
Se on niin pimeydestä kalpea
Sitä kantaa auringon säteet
Halki meren pintaa
Sitä lävistäen
Sitä valaisten

Maaperä jäästä mustaa
Silti siinä ruoho kasvaa
Se ei pala pois edes tulen syttyessä
Jopa tuli jää maisemaa katsomaan

Vuoret jatkaa kohoamistaan
Ihmiskunta jatkaa taivaltaan
Vielä joskus vapautuu illuusiostaan
Lakkaa uskomasta luomaansa herjaan

Heria
Kun ihmiset kumarsivat sanoja
Kumartaen vain toisiaan
Nojaten tyhjään filosofiaan

The ancestral fury
Whispers in my soul
Calling its name again
Calling its followers

Hatred built in flesh
Chaos reconstructed
Peace reflected into war
We have taken a new step
Towards inhumanity

As my eyes seek for future
Cutting the skyline in half
Degenerate, my children
Become us, arise as gods

For all eternity, we have sworn ourselves
Given the oath to embrace the world
Suffocating the morals in your nations
The sanctums shalt turn into mass graves

(Hatred built in flesh
Chaos reconstructed
Peace reflected into war
We have taken a new step
Towards inhumanity)

The stars guide our paths
Like oskorei ride in the skies
Deflecting humanity
Breed the new blood in their veins

Hear the prayer of a man of faith
Silent echoes as into void they fade
Empty words escort thee to nowhere
As the man sought peace for his life mere

Tears travelling through the air
Composing a sonata in the wind
Flying past young wolf's lair
Creating a dance between trees

As the lonewolf came and saw this man
Which life was coming to an end
Watched each other in the eyes for decades
Embracing the waiting of death

As the wolf proceed to the dying man
It slowly turned into a goat
No retribution by a sin is delivered
Hatred, disgust nor loath

The goat said to the man:
"I see no fear of death in thee.
Why so much sorrow you feel?
Are thou bitter for thou past
Or is someone close to the oblivion being cast?"

And the man replied:
"I seek no vengeance nor death to other.
I seek no justifications or such a matter.
From thou eyes I can see, what you are.
The being, which lair is where no man want.
I shalt not tell thee my darkest secrets
Even though my heart will that regret."

The goat so replied to the man:
"I seek no pleasure of tormenting thee.
My lair cannot be defined by the eyes of thee.
My being is not more or less evil as thou think
The reason and wisdom from thou I seek.
Wish me to understand the matter of suffering
So I can end it without pain nor despair."

The man delivered his answer:
"The matter of suffering is what you can't find
The denial of pain is the most humane to my kind
By taking it away it will fill up with an insight
The light bend as the shadows travel by
The suffering is the philosophy of no man
And as a humble, old man understand I can't."

And so the man in peace passed away
No footprints of goat was seen in there
Only a message written with most beautiful hand
"... As the Nature, the suffering, understand I can't."

-Isth