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The sounds of neverending matter
In the sky it bursts its power

All the space around
Fulfilled with rage and heat
Hatred culminated into
The Fire in its Finest

All the millions of years
Centuries as long as days
Enlightening the spheres
Of the antropomorphic beings

Seek the answers
From the orbs in the horizon

The fire that devours
The other one creates
Brings death to another
So the future can be born again

Seek the answers again
From the orbs in the horizon
Connect your meanings with the night
And embrace them in daylight

The Secrets of the nature
All the mysteries in the stone
The sands fade the time
Winds harvesting the past away

The grand orb of white flame
The Fire in its Finest

Hail the Sol, Hail the Arcturus
Alfa Virginis, Alfa Leonis, Canis Majoris
Let us be in your moment of time

Shining it's elemental warmth
The prismatic light of the nightsky
Cold and intense bursts of winds
The mark of their power

Their symbols in the constellations
Almost in the palm of my hand
Reflecting from my eyes
Back to the horizon and beyond

The sigils of firmament
Part of our inner being

They remain still as skies weep
The pouring frost in the air
Covering the land in its tears
Ceasing the life for a moment
Lands beautifully aligned
Waiting for their time

My naked body in this abyss of light
Singing my serenade to the dark
My shadows whimper before me
Creating a song for their annulment

As the vast forests turned to white
The grand construction of celestial sphere
The eyes of this absurd nature, observing
My sere spirit, blinking once its eyes

The land giving birth to a mountain
In the middle of this forest
On the top of this acropolis
Where I appear as a servant

I can sense the shadows
On this rising tor of stone
As the sigils of firmament fade
This everlasting night tarnishes
Here I wait for the Sun to rise
Now as I'm marked by the night
Marked to become part of all
To become a star in the sky

-Isth

Silent lands, noise of placid morrows
The noise of silence and nature
Seas remain calm, lakes untouched
The rise of non-human culture

Winds have no force, no one staring the Sun
No one imagining figures on clouds
No living feeling the breeze of a wind
Nor the shining beauty of the Winter

Overall life force flowing beneath
Through the petrified figures of the living
When history remaines unwritten, forgotten
Hidden statues of past, future led into ash

As the trees whimper in storm
As the hands of immortal reach the leaves
Through its arms the leaf flies away
Leaving the one in confusion

What is left
From the cold sky and horizon?
Tainted spirit within ourselves

What is left
From burnt ground and forests?
When definition of human becomes higher self

Through the stone and ice
We push ourselves through
To achieve, to prosper with riches
We create as we speak

Due to the laws and prosperity
Human life is no longer relevant
Define life and death as the will of God
Even when a man dies in pain, hunger and misery

Bid your farewell, your valediction
To the weaker minded herds
Swear loyalty to yourself and Satan
Open your eyes to your true nature

What is a human to tell the difference
To put itself into the center
The crowned man of species
Of the weak animal race

Aknowledge your weakness
No longer live behind the wall of mist
This is the fall of christian oppression
This is The Manifest of the Creation

Down below, beings with masks
Enslaved kings, immoral souls
Those who embraced the false
In the darkness their voices repeat

The same, soothing prayer
Which dragged them into damnation

The prayers live as a drug
Which creates illusions
Spreading the pestilence
In the inner core

Summoning the hope
With spineless faith
In their eyes they can only see
A bare reflection of vanity

The mirror of past
Standing there broken
No God, creation nor human
Can see through its pieces
Stubborn human race
With the weakest will created

And so history repeats itself
Still humans depend on words

The truth is not to be accepted
Nor is it to be avoided
Some live in denial
Some in chosen delusion
There are beings wise enough
To be aware of the deceit

-Isth

The reflection of the light
What shines through my body
The glimpse of my world
Where I was used to live
Skies, burning horizons
World changing its form
Downfall of thou lives
And all wither in sin

The dreams, my nightmare
Perils my reality, life overdosed
Thou follow my footsteps in seduction
And thou shalt wither in sin

Moribund stars falling apart
In my intoxication
Where everything is pious
And sick like a leper
Where enigmas are eternal
And all wither in sin

I am an ember that keeps ashening
The smoke that keeps fading away
Corpse that keeps rotting
But never cease to exist
Nailing my essence on a cross
River of my blood never stops flowing

It makes no issue anymore
It is too late, I couldn't go away
I am dying in persistent way
While you all wither in sin

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