Dies Irae Tribute EP

Lion Of Knowledge

Transforming into Mobed for pleasure of mind, body and soul for all gods you'll see the light

Shapeless fire of knowledge which whirl and clamour again and again

Standing on the shoulders horseback painted in gold the child wielding the bow shod in flames

So let's raise our hands and free our minds so let's plunge into nihil, into Nuit

Where children of sun and moon shine upon our earthly consciousness

Evil against good Aryman versus Ahura soul united with Daina

All parts swimming across macrocosm decomposition of our being into different dimensions

 Horde Of Angry Deamons

The shadows crawling all over your body making ununderstandable signs

You know that they wish to say something to you

But your hermetically closed mind let's in only rational

The great unknown like a venom leaks through into your veins

In very short time the less of your suffers will be unimaginable pain

How easy it is break you resistance will make you

And who knows where the dead line is lair

Between what's real and the dream

All the mares hide in dark places of human mind

Like a horde of angry deamons armies of darkness and merciless

Conquering the last of mind bastions your ruin out of time

You run out of strength

 The Oceans Of Filth

In a moral embrace the giants are met, fighting for dominion

I am the judge and the end and death I became, destruction of all the worlds

When the time is ripe I shall spit out the plague from my guts

I am the day that passed the eternal frost of your soul

The final cry of the fading life shall the universe bear for all times

Into the black void's infinity to be the warning for other deities

I am the day that passed future is my mother and dusk is my father

I am the eternal frost of your soul united with chaos all-knowing and ruthless

I am the judge and the end the destruction of the worlds

I am the day that passed the eternal frost of your soul

The oceans of filth shall dim the glow of all the suns

 The Art Of An Endless Creation

They were drawn nigh by void,by abyss, tranquillity, heat, demise and silence

The perfect order of death the angels of illusion ready for creation the grand show of the universe

For great are the forces of fusion and flames there, where the bitter fear ends 

Where power grows in strength for open are the goblets of despair and the circlet made of thorns

Here, in the caves, where the illusion and freedom fade and from their hands a fire shall spring

And craft the suns the angels of illusion in the act of making the art of an endless creation

For great are the forces of fusion and flames from their hands a fire shall spring

The suns and the worlds united in fire shall last until the next creation

Message Of Aiwaz

When messenger arrived the groundworks of world shook and priests-hypocrites trembled

Aiwaz has brought knowledge and the Equinox of Gods began

He liberated all stars from the bonds the religious bonds of law and order end each of them has found

His own sphere of action and the New Aeon began

When messenger arrived we took our lot in our hands following the law of 93 and worshiping Khabs

We became children of son and moon

I am the snake who gives knowledge, delight and glory

I am the snake who curses because and mercy

What is the law love is the law, love under will the law of 93

Hidden Lore

Amongst creations of our dreams maze of Zin exist for ages

The enter for the gate is silver it is your light, defence and guide

All thou looking for in life everything is lost in Zin

Great hall hidden for profanes the throne hewn is stone

Might was right and shall it be if it is your wish

The maze of Zin has lot of portals which leads thou to other spheres

Where no time, shape or colour dwells path to R'lyeh can be found

Requisite is your wish eternal burdens beyond dimensions

Yore the rulers of the earth if thou reach ultimate destination

All secrets of the Old Ones spectral visions, insane mind will become your life

Ancient knowledge yet does not exist because it is only our future

Hag- ridden dream without end this is our subjective imprecation

Psycho- magic microcosm gift from inner space