Song | Decade of Therion |
Artist | Behemoth |
Album | Satanica |
作曲 : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
We transgress the context of commonplaceness | |
We deny normality, trample morality | |
We destroy angels with sound | |
We destroy angels with silence | |
Currents of tantric anarchy seize our bodies | |
Into the cosmic dance of four scythes | |
The curtains of absurd theater are raised | |
Synchronicity, mother chaos on the stage | |
Wisdom says, "Be strong" | |
Thrilling words are spreading down the spine | |
Vibrating, be strong | |
Exhausted | |
I'm running towards the last shines of consciousness | |
Which is absorbed by shadows of madness | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
Here are the star and the snake servants, they rise the hexagram | |
Sun in the triangle hidden, sight, sacred visions entwined | |
And union with nothingness body | |
I'll findStrength, go along the | |
Mars path, fighting if we must | |
Light, oh, you are | |
Ahathoor, goddess of blue sky | |
There is might of dawn in non-quality state | |
I remainOf commonness crippled time or sand, glass you don't see again | |
Sigillum dei, picture of myself | |
I'm drawing with life | |
Venom and hell | |
I'm sprinkling it, his name is | |
Esial, I want him more |
zuò qǔ : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
We transgress the context of commonplaceness | |
We deny normality, trample morality | |
We destroy angels with sound | |
We destroy angels with silence | |
Currents of tantric anarchy seize our bodies | |
Into the cosmic dance of four scythes | |
The curtains of absurd theater are raised | |
Synchronicity, mother chaos on the stage | |
Wisdom says, " Be strong" | |
Thrilling words are spreading down the spine | |
Vibrating, be strong | |
Exhausted | |
I' m running towards the last shines of consciousness | |
Which is absorbed by shadows of madness | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
Ano nantoz kakodaimonoz | |
Here are the star and the snake servants, they rise the hexagram | |
Sun in the triangle hidden, sight, sacred visions entwined | |
And union with nothingness body | |
I' ll findStrength, go along the | |
Mars path, fighting if we must | |
Light, oh, you are | |
Ahathoor, goddess of blue sky | |
There is might of dawn in nonquality state | |
I remainOf commonness crippled time or sand, glass you don' t see again | |
Sigillum dei, picture of myself | |
I' m drawing with life | |
Venom and hell | |
I' m sprinkling it, his name is | |
Esial, I want him more |