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1. Overture


[Instrumental]



2. Defeating


[Instrumental]



3. Reflex Mind


Underground day in and day out
Open mind for mental aughts.
Appreciate a quantity of views
At lower point than absurd fews.

...Every grave says broke by morbid says...

Follow the feat to another feat!
Learning the milieu philosophy.
Image obsession like the fobic kind,
All this ones reside in the reflex mind.

Life devoted for theory
No else left, no fantasy.
Heart's rhythmics is harmony without,
Going mad day in and day out.

...Every grave says still broke by fuckin' says...

Follow the feat to another feat!
Learning the milieu philosophy.
Image obsession like the fobic kind,
All this ones reside in the reflex mind.


4. Assaultthirst


Indifferent mood took away comprehension
Of what among the material percept
The mere boredom give birth for vivid impression
For novel things, for new concept

The beautiful and strange sounds and voices I'm hear
The unknown universe
They're brought to this.... I'm fear

First touch. The black long era:
Reason, remains, hard memories
Next touch. The white some instants:
Pleasure, fortune, the moments

Like telling a story, creates new history
A canvas space filling up with damped strokes
Infatuated with aesthetization, Father
Gave final thoughtless touches to concocted works

The terrible and frightful visions I'm dream
The taunting horror and chaos creeping me I'm scream!

New touch. The pain flesh aches:
Scars, blood, bleed veins, asthmatic fits
Last touch. In tears hard senses:
Envy, hatred, hurts, loneliness


5. Rebirth


[Instrumental]



6. Ninth.Sixth.Eight


Lo and behold something obscure I get,
Some pieces unified.
In the likeness of cord indispensable set
To make chance for something find.

Third, fourth, eighth to first I'm back.
Poor choices still host. I'm looks black!

Lo and behold everything passing shape
This nothing is my mad.
It's seems total-lot, I can't make mistake.
Matchstick pulls at random state.

Ninth, sixth, eighth to first I'm back.
Poor choices still host. I'm looks black!


7. Fudge


I force your cold store case.
For my friend I lead finding.
I looks at your toe label
You have a pretty name!
We looks like in our life ends,
But your death is few older.
It's pity what you silent...
Therefore you has to listen my fudge.

No matter in you deaf, my free-will hanging judge.
Stare out of it all, entirely my fudge.

No matter in you deaf, my free-will hanging judge.
Stare out of it all, entirely my fudge.

For tunes, impression-wein cup I drink little by little.
For you inspiration be dumb, I walk up to the torch.
This art is never forget. More beauty more lifetime.
Greatness be always observed. Set feat to get its prime.

I force your cold store case.
For my friend I lead finding.
I looks at your toe label
You have a pretty name!
We looks like in our life ends,
But your death is few older.
It's pity what you silent...
Therefore you has to listen my fudge.


8. Gusty Way, Rather Ware!


Live so much long - zest for life.
As already old, not in least rife.
Its pitifully, stupidly
To take end on, thoughtlessly.

Carry out all dreams, everything read about,
Secrets kept by book, not depraved.

Rather ware, gusty way, from onset to decay.
On and off, suddenly, skinned over scars stands bleed.

Live so much long - zest for life.
As already old, not in least rife.
Its pitifully, stupidly
To take end on, thoughtlessly.


9. Warm


In search of main answers from corner to corner
Carrying back dreams called up by mistakes
It torments white quiet while it's growing to mourner
Of wasted wise tears for unreasonableness.

Pull core down...
Depression deprives of the common senses now.
Wait for sound...
One shoot for shame and for mind chance second.

When hatred bowl is blood-poured.
When razor's points come dulled.
Scared tongue give worst right...
And warm pierce the heart by gride...

Pull core down...
Depression deprives of the common senses now.
Wait for sound...
One shoot for shame and for mind chance second.

When hatred bowl is blood-poured.
When razor's points come dulled.
Scared tongue give worst right...
And warm pierce the heart by gride...


10. Human


Frighten by first inspiration
Dazzled by natural light
Crying self-heart out of passions
Compel its father to smile

Eyes closed to world's imperfects
Perfect was one life before
Mindset has to make a verdicts
To beget prodigy lores.

Individuality rove
Bring to the longed-for crop.
Since by birth made concrete ones to laugh,
Make by death vast mass to sob.

Individuality rove
Bring to the longed-for crop.
Since by birth made concrete ones to laugh,
Make by death vast mass to sob.
Make by death vast mass to sob!
Make by death vast mass to sob!


11. Remnants


[Instrumental]



12. Let Fly!


Daylight turns into darkness.
Trunks lost its rigid form.
To years grown time's naturalness.
Dreams left the 'public-dorm'.

Death as reliable way to be saved
Speaks a numbers, (and) we'll becomes ungraved.

Strong diction changes to liquids.
Black letters take live breath.
Brain lights from some of wick-feeds
Plunged into emptiness.

Death as reliable way to be saved
Speaks a numbers, (and) we're became ungraved.

Wishes won. Circus was forgot. Prudence is gone. Senses a lot.
Of beauty words is not enough to realize imagine cloth.
Let take one's last sleep for thoughts emotions to evolution, perpetual motions.
Forget all questions "for whom and why?",
By inspiration wings, for ever, let fly!

Wishes won. Circus was forgot. Prudence is gone. Senses a lot.
Of beauty words is not enough to realize imagine cloth.
Let take one's last sleep for thoughts emotions to evolution, perpetual motions.
Forget all questions "for whom and why?",
By inspiration wings, for ever, let fly!


13. The Nova VVorld


Steps towards other side to forget this pain, yeah!
Come over worn-out life for the wonder and beauties.
Let bygones be bygones, ruin this, destroy!
New senses, new fortune, this is yours, enjoy!

And looking for the nova that is named 'The Sun'.
The era of your dreams, sweet and unreal, begun.

All your passions are pointed to master of
This huge and varied world!



Evgeny Lutiy Yakushin: vocals, guitars
Maxim Severniy: guitars
Vadim Bishop Potemkin: bass
Alexandra Belichenko: keyboars
Ilia Eliax Chursin: drums, music, lyrics

Thanks to octoberbloodfestmetal for sending these lyrics.


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