1. |
Backfired
03:54
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BACKFIRED
Hostility of black mirror
Impenetrable anthracite
The well of dark water glittering
Hides danger and deceit
Freedom is bleeding from dark entrails
False prophet’s emporium
Choking in bleak interiors of brains
Diabolical nothingness of lie
What can you see in impassable blindness?
Just reflections or what do you want?
Whether deception is your evil kindness?
When you have in a flesh belief
Spirit poisoned by false reality
What can you see in impassable blindness?
Just reflections or what do you want?
Whether deception is your evil kindness?
Which advantage you’d like to have from your God?
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2. |
Clandestine
04:38
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CLANDESTINE
Emptiness adores a haze of secret
Filled of shadows which escape…
There will be no Greater secret
When you’ll unlock The Mighty Gates
Fake Belial fills this empty space
You are free to choose on whom to pray
All become pleasurable as lambs
They wish to trust in
Something dreadfully unknown
Fear throws them into
Embrace of eternal bliss
Put your hand on the Bible
Say what you really want
This gesture will not be regarded
Sacrificial blood on the pentagram
Actually not in the name of Satan
It’s so exciting to bind a man with deity
Secret of nothing is beyond the words
The truth of essence is plain
Be clandestine without the name
They wish to trust in
Something dreadfully unknown
Fear throws them into
Embrace of eternal bliss
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3. |
I'm Absolute
04:56
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I'M ABSOLUTE
Our choice is limited:
Or we agree
The world is definite and real
Or not
Decide the first variant
That, eventually, we get deadly tired of ourselves
And everything that surrounds us
Choose the second way
It obliterates personal history
And all around falls into a fog
When there is no definiteness
You are always ready to jump
This is delightful and mysterious
State of soul & mind
Human deed
My mighty force
My last battle
I’m absolute
Your hopes do you
Timid & irresolute
You feel happiness
Because you realize it
There will be an outstanding force
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4. |
Feel The Flight
06:24
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FEEL THE FLIGHT
Ready to go – ask yourself
Has your road the heart?
Road without it
Will be never victorious
It will be hard
To find it
When you choose
You should feel the flight
Become the fighter
Realize your own death
Do you really think
You can change or explain many things?
Your ignorance causes laughter
You amuse the vanity
The magic will not relieve you of problems
Opening forces
It will be hard
To find it
When you choose
You should feel the flight
Control your will
Balance the desires
Only the fighter will survive
On the way of life
The fighter choose everything
That makes his world
His choice - his shield
All the rest he fills of his will
If there are empty spaces
Your will is feeble
Through them the death will take you
It will be hard
To find it
When you choose
You should feel the flight
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5. |
Tired Of The Past
04:41
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TIRED OF THE PAST
Never let people know
What you actually do
Leave everyone
Who well knows you
As a result there will be a mist
Around your name
Those who know you
Recognize you as the real person
As soon as from their part is formed
The certain attitude
You never will tear fetters
Of their impression about you.
Feel full freedom of unknown
It opens the gates to rise above
The lie exists for whom
Who has a personal history
If the man doesn't have personal history
All that he hasn’t said would not be regarded as a lie
The problem consists
That you should explain everything
But at the same time you wish
To keep sensation
Of freshness and novelty
Of all that you do
And this feeling passes
After you have told it
Feel full freedom of unknown
It opens the gates to rise above
The lie exists for whom
Who has a personal history
Therefore to extend this pleasure
You should think out everything again
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6. |
This Time Will Come
04:58
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THIS TIME WILL COME
You know,
This time will come …
Loss is inevitable
And in your heart the grief weaves a nest
The moon never sleeps,
And you are awake together
You see dreams and begin new day,
You ask to yourself a question
Why you are disturbed
With something unknown
You know,
This day will come
Loss is predictable
And the sorrow melts your heart
In movement of society
You forget about it
But the moon returns you
And burns with its light
The question scalds you through
Your temple of soul has become silent
Where peace and rest coruscated
You know,
This hour will come …
Loss is inevitable
And the grief incinerates your soul
You do not know, when this day comes,
But you wait for it
In fear you lose immortality
Expecting the hour
You go blind,
Shrouded by a mysterious-sad twilight
Fire that warmed your heart
Slowly dies away
No more sacred magnificence
Which were so pleasant
Time as the malicious demon,
Erases traces by the wing everyday...
And will leave you with the moon alone
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7. |
Where No Grown Up Grapes
06:33
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WHERE NO GROWN UP GRAPES
The sinful remains from generations
Of our ancestors have turned to ashes
You’ll not grow up grapes in that soil
Sin is supple and viscous
Easily takes the form
In the soil where (there are) no grown up grapes
The potter blends the clay from ashes
Gives the breath
To the moulded belief
The form all that this earth has handled
Endless roaming in the devilish desert of fantasies
Imitation of the demonic protest
Frustrations of the flesh and perversions
Animated his individuality
By souls of greed and vanity
In the soil where (there are) no grown up grapes
The potter blends the clay from ashes
Gives the breath
To the moulded belief
Looking for a way he can’t find the place
A science shines his way of nightfall
As a meager flame of shabby mankind
Dies away … and even clay starts to doubt
Dry up and scatter in ashes
The potter continues his job again …
To cover new souls
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ESCAPETHECULT Krasnoyarsk, Russia
ESCAPETHECULT are:
Matthieu Romarin
- Vocals
Mike Wead
- Guitars
Peter Shallmin
- Bass
Tim Alexander
- Drums
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