Lyrics МЭZЭ - Юродивый

And chthonic grief will flourish
Space will eat a langolier
Do not slouch and do not turn your back
The end of the world, for example
Humbly accept the inevitable
The eschatological fate
Prepare to be sent to the unearthly
In the intermixture vaccum
Funeral process of progress
Disappointingly passes through the darkness
Ritual Black Mass
You go and look at the horses.
On the shards of the lost empires
Constructed according to lies and beliefs
We are from the texts of Anton La Vey
We will magnify here the new tribe
Everything that shook before
Notre Dame De Paris and the Acropolis
Monochrome images of the past
In a faded kaleidoscope
The forces of zog
Melancholy will not pass
This will be our way out, son
From the underground into the darkness of another
Serpent, Satan, Randall Flagg
Baphomet, Maldoror, Belial
Suddenly as the head of the snow
Like palme d'or for the show
Not a cult, but a concrete existence
Deconstruction of Being
Postselsky glorious future
It will appear slightly later
When the cranes fall to the south
The clouds will disappear
Do not be scared, my young friend
Everything will start, but for now
I want to address with a request
You really help the old man out
Not enough rubles so eight
On the check-pervak
You yourself understand, my friend
Without a hundred grams, the devil breaks his leg
Soon dances on the ashes
In the meantime, help, for God's sake