Uratsakidogi - Фанатики
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The patriarchs were born in that turbulent time
When it seemed that the system was facing its demise
When gunfire in the streets was considered normal
Freedom melted yesterday's steel forms

The wolf of chaos tore one-sixth of the world to shreds
Wolf cubs with guns carved up the world recklessly
And the wolf's hunger howled over the human hell
The maddened herd turned into wolves

The foundation for the patriarchs - then snotty kids
Was laid by music with a wild, aggressive message
Guitars roar like a maniac's chainsaw
And the drummer pounds his kit with all his might

And a hungry demon seized power over the microphone
He growls, shouts, and screams wildly
Metal anthems overshadowed the patriarchs' springs
The adepts of brutality gambled with death

The sprouts of evil seed
Drill through the thickness of time
They will confidently sprout in due time
Immeasurably, immeasurably, immeasurably

And they will tear the world out of the stasis
Of thousands of years of dogma
Black hop schismatic fighters
Fanatics, fanatics, fanatics

Cars and kiosks exploded, wolves killed wolves
Black bags were carried out of the entrances
And heavy beats rocked our heads
The bass was fat, we were young

The guys here listened to heavy music, rap tore them apart
The guys didn't have enough heavy metal
Are you for metal or for rap? I don't know! Both are intoxicating, both are mind-blowing

It became clear that it was time for us to start making music ourselves
To grab whatever touches the soul and mix it into the mess
Absurdity, chaos, fairy tales, myths, nonsense, chthonic
The bulldozer started rolling, Gogenator unpacked his accordion

Rap, metal, noisy punk
Industrial, and noise, and everything that hurts the ear
And gentle sounds: disco, reggae, jazz
Everything became a wild field of experiments for us

The sprouts of evil seed
Drill through the thickness of time
They will confidently sprout in due time
Immeasurably, Immeasurably, Immeasurably

And they will tear the world out of the stasis
Of thousands of years of dogma
The fighters of Black Hop schismatics
Fanatics, fanatics, fanatics

A scorching hurricane of time rages in the icy darkness of space
Above the ashes of bygone eras, the dawn of a new monstrous world blazes
In the dazzling black emptiness, a portal gapes to the heart of eternal winter
URA is here! The division ended, and it grew quieter in Blashir
The beasts were sated, the food stirred
And black hearts struggled through the windbreak
Seeking their path, they went headlong into the unknown

The seeker will find, the traveler will overcome the path
They found a road in the impenetrable thickets of the forest
The abyss laughed, its humor a black grimace
As the plow of consciousness tilled the absurd metal

The years flew by like wolves on a BMW
From the dead dust a powerful predator arose
And the flame of the order flickered ever weaker
Thus our past gradually died away

The era passed, the transformation was accomplished
One day a new universe opened
Harsh, cold, black, inhuman
Eternity shrieked hysterically through the patriarchs

The sprouts of evil seed
Bore through the thickness of time
In due time they will rise confidently
Immeasurably, Immeasurably, Immeasurably

And they will tear the world from its stasis
Of thousands of years of dogma
The Black Hop schismatic fighters
Fanatics, fanatics, fanatics