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Кровь обречённых течёт на восток
Бесы хранят власти чуждой исток
В землях где солнце, как редкий алмаз
Людям не скрыться от алчных глаз
Высохшие вены, призрачные тени
И в пустых глазах поселился страх
До самой смерти
В спасенье не верьте!
Новую жертву кладут на алтарь
Шёпот заклятий режет, как сталь
Хладный огонь души вырвет из тел
Раб одержимый, забудь о кресте!
Бледный господин запястье пригубил
Как терпкое вино из ран струится кровь
До самой смерти
В спасенье не верьте!
Высохшие вены, призрачные тени
И в пустых глазах поселился страх
Бледный господин запястье пригубил
Как терпкое вино из ран струится кровь
Oбречены!
"Одержимые"
(выдержка из глоссария в книге "Крест экзорциста" ):
"После Большого Мора люди стали избегать общения с вампирами и тем приходилось всё чаще отправляться на поиски добровольцев, которые позволят им вкусить своей крови. Но влияние Церкви Креста росло, и находить таких людей становилось практически невозможным. Примерно двести лет назад вампиры отказались от пакта "Крови доброй воли". Люди, выжившие на пограничье после Второй Великой Войны Церквей, стали излюбленной дичью, для всей нечисти расселившейся на этих землях в последние десятилетия. Попав в руки вампиров, они были обречены пройти чудовищный ритуал, именуемый вампирскими мистиками "Обрядом Хладного Пламени". Суть ритуала состояла в том, чтобы ослабить ментальные связи человека с его разумом и душой, и отдать его во власть бесплотным духам-бесам, подчинённым воле вампиров. После этого обряда несчастные становились "домашним скотом" для своих господ. Их кровь доставалась не только владевшему ими вампиру-хозяину, но и собиралась в специально привезённые из Деодерна стерильные ёмкости, чтобы отправляться за горы, на восток, в пищу жителям Тёмных Территорий. Так продолжалось до самой смерти раба."
The blood of the doomed flows to the east
Demons keep power alien to the source
In the lands where the sun is like a rare diamond
People do not hide from greedy eyes
Dried veins, ghostly shadows
And fear settled in empty eyes
Until death
Do not believe in salvation!
A new sacrifice is put on the altar
A whisper spells cuts like steel
The cold fire of the soul will won from the bodies
Slave obsessed, forget about the cross!
The pale gentleman sipped the wrist
How tart wine from wounds flows blood
Until death
Do not believe in salvation!
Dried veins, ghostly shadows
And fear settled in empty eyes
The pale gentleman sipped the wrist
How tart wine from wounds flows blood
OB!
"Obsessed"
(Excerpt from the glossary in the book "Cross of the Exorcist"):
"After the Great Mora, people began to avoid communicating with vampires and thereby had to go more and more often in search of volunteers who would allow them to taste their blood. But the influence of the Cross Church grew, and finding such people became almost impossible. About two hundred years ago, vampires refused a pact" The blood of goodwill. "People who survived the border of the Churches after the Second Great War of the Churches became a favorite game, for all the evil spirits of those lands in recent decades. Having fallen into the hands of vampires, they were doomed to pass a monstrous ritual called vampire mystics" a rite of cold flame ". The essence of the ritual was to weaken the mental ties of a person with his mind and soul, and to give him to power the ethereal spirit-bees, subordinated to the will of vampires. After this rite, the unfortunate became" home cattle "for their gentlemen. Their blood was not obtained by their blood Only the vampire-host who possessed them, but also gathered in sterile containers specially brought from Deodern To go beyond the mountains, east, to food to residents of dark territories. This continued until the death of the slave. "
Demons keep power alien to the source
In the lands where the sun is like a rare diamond
People do not hide from greedy eyes
Dried veins, ghostly shadows
And fear settled in empty eyes
Until death
Do not believe in salvation!
A new sacrifice is put on the altar
A whisper spells cuts like steel
The cold fire of the soul will won from the bodies
Slave obsessed, forget about the cross!
The pale gentleman sipped the wrist
How tart wine from wounds flows blood
Until death
Do not believe in salvation!
Dried veins, ghostly shadows
And fear settled in empty eyes
The pale gentleman sipped the wrist
How tart wine from wounds flows blood
OB!
"Obsessed"
(Excerpt from the glossary in the book "Cross of the Exorcist"):
"After the Great Mora, people began to avoid communicating with vampires and thereby had to go more and more often in search of volunteers who would allow them to taste their blood. But the influence of the Cross Church grew, and finding such people became almost impossible. About two hundred years ago, vampires refused a pact" The blood of goodwill. "People who survived the border of the Churches after the Second Great War of the Churches became a favorite game, for all the evil spirits of those lands in recent decades. Having fallen into the hands of vampires, they were doomed to pass a monstrous ritual called vampire mystics" a rite of cold flame ". The essence of the ritual was to weaken the mental ties of a person with his mind and soul, and to give him to power the ethereal spirit-bees, subordinated to the will of vampires. After this rite, the unfortunate became" home cattle "for their gentlemen. Their blood was not obtained by their blood Only the vampire-host who possessed them, but also gathered in sterile containers specially brought from Deodern To go beyond the mountains, east, to food to residents of dark territories. This continued until the death of the slave. "
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