Мировоззрение

The strength grown up upon the remains of the wise thoughts

The greater faith from the most ancient depths

Drenched in blood by the fault of insane

Just sleeping it was and reaching for its tops

The call of the macrocosm, a chilling chant

When the flask remains the only excuse to stay here

Death hasn't been studied yet, and the life still hasn't died in pain

With the knife, with the runes to cut your veins

An empty void a temple of endless sleep

Infinity and darkness an empty void

A song of the ice and the stars that ring on this blackness

A touch of cold, an empty void

The thread of fate is burning with a brightest light

One day it shall get tired of burning

And shall fall down, on the wings of glory shall it echo

Here is your threshold and Algiz it fell into the shades

The stardust is calling to the most distant far

And only our waiting keeps this endless night alive

Steel cold wind pierces us with its breath

Through the pain shall you perceive delight of birth memories

Of the greater past are drowning in blood

Material world has awaken and touched spiritual cosmos inside

War, endless war, where the soul smothers the flesh

Where all the creation ruins creator, war, endless war

The clocks of my heart counts down the remained days

The beginning is gone to the unseen fars to meet the death without regrets

To knock at the door yet not to stay, just to look back and simple to the gods

Then to return to the coldness of cosmos

Now live in the flame of every days suffering is it the punishment

Solitude and the seeds of revelation it's my Weltanschauung