Eutonazia Kordax - Марш Проклятых Богов
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Strangled by the fear of false dogmas
It is tormented by the call of magic primates.
See your decomposition,
Capable only for propagation.
Your genius is Jesus, your devil - you yourself
(Weakened by the will of the morons Adam),
Your mind is a poet of morality,
And the body is a machine made of meat and steel.
... rotting stream on an empty altar
Threw shadows into soft flesh ...
The dark angel of pleasure
Escaped from the arms of paradise -
Will come to salvation again
The gods of the damned edge.
Fanding temples and idle crumbs -
Here is a reflection of your era.
Vile warts write sonnets,
Cadaveric poisons feed the planet.
Your genius is Jesus, your devil - you yourself
(Weakened by the will of the morons Adam),
Your mind is a poet of morality,
And the body is a machine made of meat and steel.
... rotting stream on an empty altar
Threw shadows into soft flesh ...
The dark angel of pleasure
Escaped from the arms of paradise -
Will come to salvation again
The gods of the damned edge.
The eye sockets are empty with a laugh ...
And the sinful body slides directly into hell.
You, who is from, supposedly, the highest seed,
You, crazy, without a genus, without a tribe,
You will bow to his highness
To see the whole truth of the prophecy.
Your genius is Jesus, your devil - you yourself
(Weakened by the will of the morons Adam),
Your mind is a poet of morality,
And the body is a machine made of meat and steel.
... rotting stream on an empty altar
Threw shadows into soft flesh ...