One million ways lay in front of you
And each way calls you to itself
One - pleasant for eye, another - press for body
Where? How do you go, it's up to you

Here's an open way, and the palace there
Everything you want - Paradise of God
As a butterfly you're flying to the light
But having flown up there, you will burn your wings!
You will fall down, straight into the dirt
Look around...
Around: black, stench and scum

In the dusty mirrors like ripples on the water
Reflection of you as a candle in the dark
Laughing above you dim light burns
Welcome to my kingdom! The hoarse voice shouts.

And in your brains as in rich kissel
There will be insight - your pain in a head
The demon spokes with you, you involved yet
Will not see no light nor pleasure
Remains only... A sin

Red Slayer think he slays
Or the Slain think he's slain
They know well the subtle ways
I keep and pass......

Strong Gods pine for me
Pine in vain the sacred Seven
But thou, lover of good
Find me and turn thy back...

Shadow and sun are the same
The vanished gods to me appear
One to me are shame and fame
Far or forgot to me......

Blind man, I can stare
Ashamed. Does he know it?
Strange joy to gaze my fill
My thirst is greater than before...

They reckon ill who leave me out
When me they fly, I am the wings
I am the Doubter and the Doubt,
The hymn of the Omen sign.

The black sun is blinding my eyes.
Shouts,
These shouts're driving me crazy

Inhale,
When I burn down to ashes
My body is the rest of heat.

Last dance
It is all that remained from the day
I'm a source of food
My destiny
Millions of lights burn down in eternity
It was Me.

I have forgotten my name
I do not remember myself
Only black shadows,
Leave me alone...

They turn around
Do not give me to die
They look into my eyes
Children of eternity
Eternal dream

Last dance
It is all that remained from the day
I'm a source of food
My destiny
Millions of lights burn down in eternity
It was Me.

To the South...
Ahead is instant
And there can be an eternity
Shadow carries away the rests of the life

It sneaked up to me for a long time
Pursuing me near
Looking me in a back
Cold sight

Last dance
It is all that remained from the day
I'm a source of food
My destiny
Millions of lights burn down in eternity
It was Me.

Why should I regret?
I'll drop it one day
My personal history
Is closed today.

What's wrong with that?
Why shouldn't people know me?
The ultimate freedom
of being unknown

Death is an adviser...
Eternal companion...
It is always to left,
At an arm's length

You are important
In your own mind
That must be changed
To be annoyed with everything

Your mind is covered by madness long ago
The persuasive idea is hunting for you
Your reason's preparing the plan
That's all - business of a case

You wake up in a cold sweat
Open your eyes
At some point the darkness is condensed
Your life does not resemble that!

You are the prisoner of yourself
You are the dark side of yourself
Your feelings, you will are
Already under alien's control!

Adrenalin has filled the brain
Cold sweat flows
The loop is tightened up by knot
Hey You - Walk faster!

... the ground leaves your feet
Everything has replaced the forms
A leg involuntarily moved
You've recalled your life...

It ran through your mind
Just for a second
Someone has spitefully laughed
And world has stiffened in the eyes

You will never recognize me
And will not hear my genuine voice
And now for you only one is a truth
The only thing that you can see yourself

You will see only my shadow
You will hear only whisper behind back
Will not have time to blink
When sunset will come...

I am already given to force,
Which's ruled by my destiny.
I keep for nothing at all,
Therefore I have nothing to protect.
I don't have ideas,
Therefore I shall see.

I am afraid of nothing,
Therefore I shall remember myself.
Relinquished, with a light heart,
I shall slip past the Eagle,
To become free.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And the Things are not same what they seem.

Life is real, Life is earnest!
And the grave is not it's goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest;
Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end of way-ay-ay;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day-ay-ay

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
Our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing other life's and solemn main,
Forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take the heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fa-a-ate,
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to favor waiting PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And the Things are not same what they seem.

Life is real, Life is earnest!
And the grave is not it's goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest;
Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

Go to your home
And light a candle
Shut down your eyes
And make a prayer
And muddy stare
And there's no soul
And only fear...

Blood runs cold in veneration
Black precipice of insane is close
For punishment fear rise on your knees
Glorification word exalt by lips...

Psychosis...
Abulia...
You're dying from someone's idea
Idea of rescuing of the world

Your mother cries,
But you are smiling
You have refused
From thy world!

Has taken in hands
Insanity seeds
For weak-willed minds
Has prepared a lot!

... Years are passing,
But there's no omen
Idea - is terrible lie

There is a dull ache
Grows in perception
This is your rack -
It's all your life

You can not suffer
Such pain as truth
And you've understood but late,
That there is an exit:
Death...