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“We are – Breath of Death!”

…But the gout of ichor derived by star winds
From Prav, where our souls waiteth for birth
So inculpable, vestal, amrita and blind
Supra-airy realm, where we drinketh the myrrh,
Then envenom our guts on the Earth!

“Gott ist tot! Thou art God!” –
The wisest ones hath said
But God is alive, he is asleep
As falcon on the head
Of Great World Tree, where his mind’s eye
Gaze upon our ills
And greet so joylessly and cry,
Drenched the seventh leal…

CHORUS:
Nighing to the sunset of the times,
Annunciate the Era of Aquarius
Don’t stroll along in carrion-gyves
Like ever-cursed Ahasuerus
Homo Divinus!!!

Our glorious king shall reign for millennia
Aeonially reincarnate and improve
Beheld the Gods, (became) omniscient and the forgiving
Sublime the noosphere to the adamantine groove

Live like the virtuous descendants of Atlas
The starlight race of solar gods!

“Gott ist tot! Thou art God!” –
The wisest ones hath said
But God is alive – Eternal Rod,
A tsar of Iriy’s mead

-CHORUS-

To throw off from filth – our destination
To kiss the hands of God – our nemesis
To vindicate our scions – our obligation
To be The Incarnation – our new esses!

“We pray to the Sun
Immortal light
Whose wings like arrows
And we bathe in this might
When the Gods ride the skies,
Thousands, nice
They grant us the lives
We are Children of Gods!”

I’m the Great Spirit blazing like Sun
After battle with Death, I shalt be winning one

Will of Man above the real!
Inward Mind shall cleanse the Will!

dhyey sada savitrmandalamadhyavartee naaraayan sarasijaasanasannivisht
keyooravaanmakarakundalavaan kireetee haaree hiranmayavapurdhrtashankhachakr

And now thou shear off the Death’s silver lock
Thou overthrow the Yoke!

To throw off from filth – our destination
To kiss the hands of God – our nemesis
To vindicate our scions – our obligation
To be The Incarnation – our new esses…

The Incarnation of Love!

CHORUS:
Nighing to the sunset of the times,
Annunciate the Era of Aquarius
Don’t stroll along in carrion-gyves
Like ever-cursed Ahasuerus,
But be like our Father Svyatogor
The mightiest and greatest of all bogatyrs
We’ll win the saint ecclesiastic war
And drink an Arcane Grail from the Pierian source!
Homo Divinus!!!

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