My greater Feast of Death - the vultures' last supper Let me offer the body shreds over the valley of corpses I, transcended mortal, bird-scattered nobly-born dead No hope for I am a sinner of the fields of death - so enter therein!
As setting face-to-face call me Loathsome, abominable One! I won't be nobly-re-born Through the winds of this bardo-hell I, the wanderer... The world-departing One Lost life was illusion so sins & weakness are delusions
Yet That which is - is not That which is! All laws are but a lie! Falsehood! No light at the end of the whirl, no funeral comfort sinning
As my tight-bone Trumpet sounds from voice of death And my skill-cup overfilled with sins My soul's great fall Now, I hear the Apocalypse Smell smoke - dull colour...
Light of Hell! Then confess - not having done godly deeds Had done evil instead! I, the evil-doer before the King of Suffering
Violent Messengers of the Abyss with hate-furies stir infernal realm Wrap me in dark water of chaos - shall gather my dispersed soul... Unbearable pains, purgatorial punishments - no enter therein. No Salvation! Damnation!
I'm deathless in spiritual evil The state of neither life nor death Fierce blasts of rotten karma Bring visions - seas of roaring fire
The Howl of great Failure as mountains of sins are crumbling down Flesh-eating Demons, beasts of impurities, guards of unholy GhostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
