Энциклопедия

1. Disgust And Rage (Sic Transit Gloria Mundi)

[Music: Nysrok, Lyrics: M.Fabban, January 2004]

"The street is my world
and the real world that I've to deal with everyday,
Believe me.. if I start to murdering people
there'll be none of you left"
[Charles Manson]

Everything is going to deteriorate more and more!
They buy futures,
they sell futures where there's no future!
Everybody is preparing to thread one finger
into the ex-planet of God's ass
and then they taste it!

I am here with my nose in the earth
and I'm here from the beginning of times!

They cry and they needs help, but nobody is around
They are alone! They are the perfect sons of God!
There's nothing outside!
No illusions!

God likes to watch: he's a prankster!
he gives man instincts...
he gives this extraordinary gift
just for fun!

He fix the rules in opposition:
watch but don't touch,
touch but don't taste,
taste but don't swallow
and while you are jumping from one foot to the next
he's laughing!

[chorus:]
Bellum Omnium Contra Omnes
Bis Vincit Qui Se Vincit in Victoria
Et Satan Ridet!
Omnia est malis est!
Et Satan Ridet!

[Satan:]
I am here with my nose in the earth
and I'm here from the beginning of times!
I have cultivated every feelings men can try
My interest is for what men really desires and I never judged him
'cause I never refused him!
Even if he's full of damned imperfections
I'm a men fanatic!
I'm an humanist!
The last of humanists!
Everything, everything is mine!
This is my time!
This is our time!

Panic flights to death
Death flights to the cosmo


2. A Dog-Eat-Dog World

[Music: M.Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: M. Fabban, April 2005]

[Cultoculus spoken vocals:]
All the great things at the beginning
must dress monstrous and terrifying masks
to impress their mark on humanity

All the great things at the beginning
must dress monstrous and terrifying masks
to impress their mark on humanity

Listen children!
This is the sound of death!
In the long run we are all dead
Death..to stop sinning suddenly
Listen!
This is the sound of the panic!
The sound of the night?

Shamanic hysteria in a schizophrenic movement
Going down, down and down
in the meanders..
Have you never felt your soul?
Which is the colour of your suffering?
In the darkness we felt the final vision
..et Satan ridet..
..et Satan ridet..
..et Satan ridet..

This world..an energetic-creature
Without a beginning?
Without an end
..et Satan ridet..
..et Satan ridet..
..et Satan ridet..

This is the sound of the rebellion!
The world want to fight or to fuck
This is the sound of the rebellion!
To love or to kill
This is the sound of the rebellion!
..the ceremony has begun
This is the sound of the rebellion!
..men against men..

This is the sound of the rebellion!


3. Ruinrama Kolossal S.P.Q.R.

[Music: Nysrok, Lyrics: Angy, April 2005]

[Fabban Latin chorus:]
Nihil Morte Certium!
Nihil Morte Certium!

Defective-arid-perspective
Aphonic-apostate-anthem
Liturgical chemical Psalm
Martyr crucified Plasma
Propeller ov insects/screens
Converter ov tubular engine
Valvular mechanism: infested!
Globular filters: meshed!
Under exposed organic trasmutation
Ensnared-enslaved-enshrouded-corroded flesh

Stench ov God, clinical deceit ov a doctrine
Proudly falling in transmission closedown
Ecstatic diving in heretical channel
Deeply drowning in the void ov disturbance
Stifling cells stun the structure
Myriad ov foresights on cosmic cross
Brimstone-ferrous breath near putrefying sweat

Decrepit denied humans play ground
The magic disposal: no order above borders
Magnetic axis invokes rusted nails

Inhale the sulphur - declare the virus
Optical restless disgust, The onward travel - a transcendent discover
Enraptured altered state - undefined measure: defined
Infinite drifting towards no land

Unbearable weight ov chains to dim
Craving for acid rains in oxidized veins

Decrepit denied humans play ground
The magic disposal: no order above borders
Magnetic axis invokes rusted nails

(falling into the acid-hell, screamings and drunky vocals by CultoCulus)


4. Generator

[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: M. Fabban, March 2005]

Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos
(while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
Death used its dices one time more and he fucked us all!
and the gates are open

Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos
(while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
death used its dices one time more and he fucked us all!
and the gates are open

[Cultoculus & M. Fabban chorus:]
Bellum omnium contra omnes
Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria

the Container is empty
the spirit start to explore the never ending valley
where the dead-man walking touch the sun

Strong is the Karnix cry coming from the Vril
Refugium Peccatorum
peccatorum!

Air is dirty.. radioactive and cold
Millions and millions of candles
Millions and millions of dead

echoes from the terrestrial surface
digital vibes, electric impulses and grey lights

generated from the earth's vomit
and the dead white man is walking
immortal? down?
...when illusions lives through its vis logica
giving back to earth a useless projection

While the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
everything is moving down
in the meanders of the Planet Satan!!
Good and Evil's assemblage
velocity and chaos
they can combine!!!

The world is his representation
the dead white man is not in the world
the world is inside him.


5. Suffer Catalyst

[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: Bard G. Eithun, April 2005]

Betrayal - a lone soldier
Prepared for the last call
Solitude - the highest fate
Conclude everything and all

Death in the wastelands
Herald the last standing
Obey the first born
Our world will be torn

Conflict - a movement of free
Signal the coming

Gratification - a battered fight
I think you better sharpen the knife

Master and Slave
Increase, full on

Stupid or brave
Shrieking

Hardcore - for legends
Rise from ashes
Semigod - end of days
No more praise

Suffer no more
Catalyst for once and for all
Stop dreaming
A will to be free

[Fabban latin chorus:]
Omnia munda mundis

Death in the wastelands
Herald the last standing
Obey the first born
Our world will be torn

Conflict - a movement of free
Signal the coming


6. Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

[Music: Nysrok, Lyrics: M. Fabban, November 2002]

The planet is imploding
Ashes and death from the bowels
Dark and hard roar from outside
Unfaithful are dreaming to see the stars again

Executioners are dancing
Proclaiming the cult of suffering

Corpses are rising
Disheartened are going mad
Corpses are rising
The human pathetic game is over
Corpses are rising
Cadavers moves in a mysterious way
Corpses are rising
Secrets are burning

The planet is imploding
Ashes and death from the bowels
Dark and hard roar from outside

Blood is condensing
Armageddon is coming
Usque ad finem
Torment runs rampant

Through my insides
Still, numb heart
Lost, cold soul
Simply going through
Physical motions only
Broken, untended heart
Battered, dark soul
Internally I sleep
Longing to be buried
Beaten, stopped heart
Torn, crying soul
Pains so fierce
Needing to be put to rest
No more heart
No more soul
My heart to ashes
My soul to dust
Unconsciously awake
I am already dead.
No hope of salvation


7. Man Bites God

[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Intro by Richard K Szabo, Lyrics: Bard G. Eithun, April 2005]

Strong in solitude
Will, determination
Ability to tear down
and rebuild

No room for doubts
Beliefs in vain
Resistance strong as
as rock solid train

Obsolete and forgotten
the godhead of our time
Heavily tuned down
No more visible

Granted with wisdom
This is me
The soul is breathing
cries to be free

Reflecting upon changes
Adapting to the new world
Life coiling like a snake
like a fathomless lake


8. I Reject!

[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: Nysrok, May 2005]

I reject God
I deny god
I reject your world
I reject your false laws
I reject your son
I reject its pathetic life
I reject your stupid humanity
I travel over again by now, alone
the covered roads
with my brothers
in the eternal battle
the eternal struggle against christianity
in the eternal strife against christianity
care behind
tried to the yield
the resistance aint futile
meaningless
aint worthless