Blindness and fanaticism are those types of aberration
which always slowing down the development of humankind.
And nothing has changed on that score for today...

Watching out the flowing people
How you define the mob?
Miserable life of rats
Claiming the friends of God
The absence of intelligence
Means stupidity and blindness
For things which leaves and die
In the end

They want to crucify me
First throwing stones
I am sinking into the mire
Named human race
It doesn't matter how hard you're trying
This world is lost
Worms gives everything

Holy minx
Crowned paragon
All, that they praise
In the circles of time
It means nothing in the universe
Sawbones of souls
In the houses of God
Practice silence

Watching out the flowing people
How you define the mob?
lead: Peter

Miserable life of rats
And I am above thralldom
Thoughtfulness in expecting
The End...

Another land, another see
The road that never ceases
To lie ahead and beckon still
Though legs and feet are weary

Another woman, another man
The lust that never ceases
To fill the greed for pain and revel
Though body yield for fatigue

Another me, yet still the same
Another me, yet you will know me
Another me, yet I have never left
Another me to find the way back home

Another grail, another god
The quest that never ceases
To quench the yearning for the Aleph
Though mind and soul are tired

Another life, another death
The circle that never breaks
To stop this journey set for me
By no-one but myself

Only we, we spirits who become free, have the presuppositions for
understanding something that nineteen centuries have misunderstood: that
integrity which, having become instinct and passion, wages war against the
holy lie even more than against any other lie



Lardy-dardy god
And his son- the Bastard One
All misgovernment of the light
And followers, the lambs
Now are the history
Of our ferocious world
We are the wolftribe

We hereby evoke
New Kingdom of Might
Restitution of laws
Eternal Quest
Amongst the ruins
From wood of cross
To tree of Elhaz
We re- evolve
Exerting free will for chosen

We grip them by the throats
Groans of pain are the melody
From our dreams
Heaven, the rubbish- shoot
For pestilence

Lardy-dardy god
And his son- the Bastard One
All misgovernment of the light
And followers – the lambs
Now are the history
Of our ferocious world
We are the Wolftribe

Ruckle of fools
Mob in trepidation

Jaunting on maps of our bodies
We wandering through vastness of inner and outer space
Through and through
Immersed in love of will.

I am laying on my back
And gazing at inky black sky
Serpent shapes
Moves of your hands
The mind is burning
Drowned in carnal desires
Inflowing pictures
Visions of dead world

Fancy visions of dead world
Gives me shiver when
You caresses my body
Emptiness beyond
We are alone on this earth
And all treasures of the world
Belong to us

The sacrilege of love
And sacrificial love
Weals are wandering on your skin
You are wielding my sword

This is the greatest gift
We received from mother Earth
So let's play this game

Bodies surrounded by fire
And envy of stars
Stimulation of every part
Of mind, body and soul

Our never-ending ritual
Will always go on
Like war never ends
Like fall always comes
Like stars are shining
On nightly sky
Our love of will
Will go on
To eternal death
Of the human world.

In the midst of wave
Unconceivable Evil
And we are drowning down
Into the forgotten city
Oxygen becoming treasure
Is it time to choose
...yes, it is...
We plunging in madness
In the depths of madness
Into the light in the end
Of this terrible journey

Guided by figure sculpted in ivory
Place, where absence of life
Does not mean morality
Imagination in one with memory
And memories are so real
Unveiling the mystery
Storm choirs are wailing
Splendid structures
Going out searchlight

In the midst of wave
Unconceivable Evil
And we are drowning down
Into the forgotten city
It's time to choose
And I am choosing
The Unknown...

Man has the right to love but also the right to hate. There is no love without hate.
As A.S. LaVey said: The hunter must hunt. The moment he stops, he becomes the hunted.

War!!!
This means war
Your weakness makes me sick
Eternal struggle
The iron will of life
Prayer to the father-war
Under the sign of hammer of Thor
In the storm of steel
Raise, raise the spirit
Of Eternal Warrior
Till Victory!

Rivers of blood of innocents
Surrounding my feet
Can You hear it?
The last whisper of Christ...

I am laying siege to Christians
Under the flag of hate
Under the flag of death's head
Eternal cycle of struggle
Between the nature and heaven
Trampling the lamb
With poker-faced
And ice in eyes
Dead bodies and stench of fear
Holy legions crushed
Hail Victory!

I am calling death
Mortals are nothing for me
Inverted tree of Elhaz
Is the sing of the clan
Rebels souls on the rebel land
Hot winds cast the damned
Into the pits of hell

Rivers of blood of innocents
Surrounding my feet

Now You can hear
The last cry of Christ!

All this chaos in heads of quarter intelligentsia comes from that science
is really not for everybody.


We are dazed
Accountability, pressure
We are aghast
Expansiveness toward
Thee infinite
The jigsaw of contents
The maze of assessments

Wire- tapping nature
The master of disguise
We are peripheral device
Only five pointed star
Only binary code

Zero dot One
Persistence of searching
Mode is indirect
Relays of shimmering light
Like lines of an encephalogram

Converge in cataleptic sleep
Crackling immersing minds
In Matrix life, here
Treasures of humankind
Are everything and nothing

Conversion tables of modernity
Formulas sufficient for mentally retarded
Who never understand
That we have got a few
Supplemental ways!

No visions anymore
But we don't ask for them
The Darkness never parts
'cause we don't seek the heat

(We are) Lukewarm race
No folly in our minds
We're lukewarm race
Not much touches us

The angels in the jar
We have not seen for years
No wonder in our souls
That have so grown in fat

(we are) Lukewarm race...

We never long
We never crave
And only sometimes in the Night
We dream of path and weep
(we never have a need...)

No visions anymore
We don't ask for them
The Darkness never parts
'cause we don't seek the heat

(We are) Lukewarm race...

I see three peaks: one for Hell, one for heaven, one for Grand Mystery
In Hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with sinners
And Devils larger then Daemons with horns made of fire

Then I see heaven on the second mountain
The city of gold and honey with saints...
All joyful and towering in their glory

There I see two pious and innocent youths snatched suddenly
From amidst their host by flying Devils and carried to Hell
While Uzza, one of Four guardians of Egypt and angels pay no heed to this rape

The Aeons go past and the plagues get unleashed
The city of good is under siege

Black Moses is my name
And these are the visions
From Egypt's guardian seraph...

The heaven is on fire and Salomon's magic nets give no protection
St. Peter's shot and jesus with his brothers are slaughtered with no mercy
Their blood into dust without meaning of rebirth

And I see the gates to god tumbling down
And him being dragged before Abaddon's gold throne
Where the Grand Whore Barbelo's daughter wields a double-edged axe

And I see the blade fall down upon the head of lord in heaven
And Darkness falls upon the end of history
While I drink the milk of the Black Goddess and cry over the mankind

Black Moses is my name...