1.Wolftribe
'Only we, we spirits who become free, have the presuppositions
for
Understanding something that nineteen centuries have
misunderstood：that
Integrity which, having become instinct and passion, wages war
against the
'holy lie' even more than against any other lie'
Lardy-dardy god
And his son- the Bastard One
All misgovernment of the light
And followers, the lambs
Now are the history
Of our ferocious world
We are the wolftribe
We hereby evoke
New Kingdom of Might
Restitution of laws
Eternal Quest
Amongst the ruins
From wood of cross
To tree of Elhaz
We re- evolve
Exerting free will for chosen
We grip them by the throats
Groans of pain are the melody
From our dreams
Heaven, the rubbish- shoot
For pestilence
Lardy-dardy god
And his son- the Bastard One
All misgovernment of the light
And followers ？the lambs
Now are the history
Of our ferocious world
We are the Wolftribe
Ruckle of fools
Mob in trepidation
2.Torch Of War
Lyricist：Lukasz Szurminski, Piotr Wiwczarek
War, this means war
Your weakness makes me sick
Eternal struggle, the iron will of life
Prayer to the father war
Under the sign of hammer of thorn
In the storm of steel
Raise the spirit of eternal warrior
Till victory
Rivers of blood of innocents
Surrounding my feet
Can you hear
The last whisper of Christ
I am laying siege to Christians
Under flag of hate, under flag of death's head
Eternal cycle of struggle
Between the nature and heaven
Trampling the lamb with poker faced
And ice in eyes
Dead bodies and stench of fear
Holy legions crushed, hail victory
I am calling death mortals are nothing for me
Inverted tree of Elhaz is the sing of the clan
Rebels souls on the rebel land
Hot winds cast the damned into the pits of hell
Blood of innocents
Surrounding my feet
Now you can hear
The last cry of Christ
3.The Code
We are dazed accountability, pressure
We are aghast expansiveness toward
The infinite jigsaw of contents
The maze of assessments
Wire tapping nature the master of disguise
We are peripheral device
Only five pointed star
Only one code, only binary code
Zero dot one
Persistence of searching
Mode is indirect relays of shimmering light
Like lines of an encephalogram
Converge in cataleptic sleep
Crackling immersing minds
In matrix life, here treasures of humankind
Everything and nothing
Conversion tables of modernity
Formulas sufficient for mentally retarded
Who never understand
That we have got a few supplemental ways
Zero dot one
Persistence of searching
Mode is indirect
Zero dot one, zero dot one
4.Lukewarm Race
No visions anymore
But we don't ask for them
The darkness never parts
'Cause we don't seek the heat
We're lukewarm race
No folly in our minds
We're lukewarm race
Not much touches us
The angels in the jar
We have not seen for years
No wonder in our souls
That have so grown in fat
We're lukewarm race
No folly in our minds
We're lukewarm race
Not much touches us
We never long, we never crave
And only sometimes in the night
We dream of path and weep
We never, never have a need
We never long, we never crave
Only sometimes in the night
We dream
No visions anymore
We don't ask for them
The darkness never parts
'Cause we don't seek the heat
We're lukewarm race
No folly in our minds
We're lukewarm race
Not much touches us
We never long, we never crave
We never have a need
5.Epitaph (For Humanity)
Blindness and fanaticism are those types of aberration
which always slowing down the development of humankind.
And nothing has changed on that score for today...
Watching out the flowing people
How you define the mob？
Miserable life of rats
Claiming the friends of God
The absence of intelligence
Means stupidity and blindness
For things which leaves and die
In the end
They want to crucify me
First throwing stones
I am sinking into the mire
Named human race
It doesn't matter how hard you're trying
This world is lost
Worms gives everything
Holy minx
Crowned paragon
All, that they praise
In the circles of time
It means nothing in the universe
Sawbones of souls
In the houses of God
Practice silence
Watching out the flowing people
How you define the mob？
lead： Peter
Miserable life of rats
And I am above thralldom
Thoughtfulness in expecting
The End...
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