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Miscreant lyrics

Album: Occult Philosophy [1998]

Tracks8
 01  Occult Philosophy
 02  Veritable God
 03  Inquisition Of The Holy
 04  Miscreant
 05  Thanatology
 06  Dark Spirits Of Evil
 07  Birth... And Death
 08  Agony Of Despair
all Miscreant lyrics



Occult Philosophy
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 mind.
Penetrate in secrets
Of consciousness and beig,
Of matter and spirits
Through black sorcery.
Dreary silence and grey quiet
Strengthence influence of Occult Philosophy.
Learning of Occult Philosophy.
Triumph,
But keep it in dark sanctuary
Of the own heart in the silence.
Otherwise it loses the mighty power.
The human will can lead
In distant space of a free state,
Give cognition of power
In burst of astral energy of your soul.
.Dreary silence and grey quiet
Strengthence influence of Occult Philosophy.
The human will should manage
Powers of all elements
In the astral stream
Of Kosmic Light and ether.back to top
Veritable God
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
Of blissfull fear.
I wanna be immortal,
I must feel a unknown pain,
I wanna be the god
I must born again.
Unraveled puzzle opens pass
On labirinth of a pain...
And I become a God.
I shall create own religion
In my dominion of the enclosing world.
My own consciousness
Is reflection of a reality.
I have become a God.
God of light and dark,
Of chaos and tranquillity.
I am verity!
I have died, but I live in light ray
Of consciousness around of dead cold,
When you want to see the last hope
Of cognition of the true.
The verity is consist in puzzle
Of magic sphere,
Which gives unknown pain
Of blissfull fear.
You must be immortal,
You wanna feel a unknown pain,
You wanna be the god
You must born again.
Walk on black labirinth of a pain
Acquire new envelop of human soul
Glorify of own God!
I am immortal, I am lifeless,
I'm veritable truth, I am your God!back to top
Inquisition Of The Holy
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 history.
Inquisition
Of the holy
Perfect tool
Of legal murder.
The Holy Church
Is armed by the Law and church books.
ůMany harmlessness souls
Were burn-up in a flame.
The inquisitors are protected
By blind Christian faith.
Tears do not stop them.
Youth and the beauty
Could not rescue
From black monks
From Holy Church
Mass hysteria and mass pursuit
Exist together in mankind's history.
Inquisition
Of the holy
Perfect tool
Of legal murder.back to top
Miscreant
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 insanity!"
But it doesn't disturb of me
All this is depravity.
Blood-red whirlwinds
Are sweeping in my soul.
Wars, pain captivates my heart,
Created from a stone of anger and hate.
Miscreant - creator of wave of grief.
I'm MISCREANT - tiller the land of sorrow.
Sun willn't rise
Over the world
In quiet
Calmness of the joy.
There will be no stars on the sky
Between the heaven and hell.
Jesus has died,
But I continue dwell.
I'll be crying:
"This world like insanity!"
But it doesn't concern of me
All this is reality.
I have erased all human feelings
From my soul.
Blood, tears melts my heart,
Created from ice of anger and hate.back to top
Thanatology
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.
The death is inevitable for everything.
Each will overtake by death.
You wait for the last instant of life
With trembling fear,
Understanding horror
Of a dying agony.
Feeling death,
Which covers consciousness
With a black cerecloth.
Only the dark separates
An unknown reality
Expecting before.
Lifeless flesh - cold like ice
With traces of the first decay.
Every cell is dead,
All cloak by dark.
You are dead
There're no emotions and feelings
Everything remains behind.
You have waited of the last instant of life
Oblivion before... or no?
Everybody death waits.
Feeling death,
Which covers consciousness
With a black cerecloth.
Only the dark separates
An unknown reality
Expecting before.back to top
Dark Spirits Of Evil
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 triumph of death
Demolition of matter and the body
Cloak by endless thick of horror and pain.

The appearance in dying visions
Widged in a moribund brain
Begins trends of a living flesh
Towards destruction and death.

This is cruelty
Of indomitable dark spirits.
This is great
Pleasure of the suffering.
Man has power over spirits
Only through mental force of will.
I look in a face of dark spirit.
I am accomplice of spirit of evil.

I posses power of destruction and death,
I achieve a great cognition.

Spirit dipped into abyss of a roughness
Spiteful violence of triumph of death
Demolition of matter and the body

Epidemics, wars and the great cataclysms
Here it a great feast of the dark spirits.

More mortification, more violence.
Give them enjoy with destruction.
Cry of despair and entreaty of suffering
Tune of delight by great celebration.

Only death and destruction restores
Equilibrium of a Natureback to top
Birth... And Death
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.
Commencement of life - perishable life
Burning down a flame of Universe.
Birth is a beginning of living thing,
But death interrupts everything.
Voices,
Voices of the dead
Call into black boundless chasm.
Supplication and cry of suffering souls -
They are in pain in eternal cold.
Closed the door in Eternity or non - existence.
But voices,
Dead voices
Call into black boundless chasm.
And aura of dead souls
Superimposes seals of grief and sorror.
The dark souls go on earth as shadows
In silence of night.
And only the celebration of death
Gives dying ecstasy to them.
Birth and death - two secrets Nature -
Grand enigma of essence of life.
The end of life - completion of vital way
Death of reason.
Crying over funeral train, grimaces of suffering
And tears of the grief.
Completion of life - perishable life
Burning down in a flame of the Universe.
Birth is a beginning of living thing,
But death interrupts everything.back to top
Agony Of Despair
He feels self constrained between casket boards.
He cannot breath freely and to rise hands.
It's impossible to be turned
And cadaverous toxic steams
Fill his cramped casket in the dead cave.
The thought about burial alive
Perforate into his brain
Unspeakable horror and the fear
Will be widge in his consciousness:
"To die in an own grave" -
Agony of despair.
Screaming... Suffering...
Heartrending voice from under earth.
Desperation... Desolation...
Terrible death in the common grave.
He cry, with hope,
That he will be heard,
But thikness of ground
Muffles his the harrowing cry.
Air is condenced, the forces are strained,
Chest rises with heavy breath.
Face glow. The blood flows from a nose and month.
The blood fills the cascet.
He scratches boards of coffin stripping off finger-nails,
He pull out hair, he tears to pieces own flesh.
The thought about burial alive
Perforate into his brain
He knock on a cover of a coffin,
The lumps of ground crush his body.
He swins in the blood.
Black feeble dark around.
Screaming... Suffering...
Heartrending voice from under earth.
Desperation... Desolation...
Terrible death in the common grave.
His cry chokes in bloody musilage
Current from a throat,
Mixing up with gurgle and death rattle
...He is dead.back to top
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