Fanthrash - Apocalypse Cyanide

Apocalypse Cyanide,
Night without dawn
Without a drop of light
In the well of life
Apocalypse Cyanide,
Death of the matter
Burnt decorations
Of the world as we know it

The day miscarriaged of the dead
Of the last sighs of the Earth
The fading disc of the Sun
Will not awake the mist in the valleys

Like armies before the battle
In fearful morning silence
The city molochs in a stand still
Swollen with human mass

The bony fingers of Death
Will close eyelids of the Dark
Premortal act in theatre
Wrecks on the empty roads

Dying down lights in the windows
Horror vitrified in tears
Oxygen in ink of sounds
Spell boud in human fright

Apocalypse Cyanide,
From the depths of space
From the open bronze gates of infinitiy
Apocalypse Cyanide,
In the breath of decay
The creatures from the beginning of time
Are coming

The blasphemous wind tore
The veil of the worlds
Linking parallel dimensions
With a bridge
The ruptured ulcer
Split poisonous pus of sins
The lashing with a thorny whip
Of contempt is coming

The raped warm womb of Mother Earth
Turned into the devil’s prey
Mutilated with the howling of hordes
Without mercy, one death for all

Two rays have connected
The earth and the sky
Treading in a merciless march
One - sparkling white of energy
The other – hurricane of fire

In the half-light of the King of the Earth
Without colours and shapes
After the war on the frontiers
The refugees tremble in a frenzy

The remnants of the veil
The relics of this world
The wretched remains of form
Without body, aura, sense
Blind and naked souls
Tasting the depths of void
In claws of the primal power
Sentenced and defenceless

Apocalypse Cyanide,
Bare beings
Burnt off the armour of earthly lust
Lost among the weeds of Paradise
On the verge of the outskirts of Hell

Apocalypse Cyanide,
The string of time’s broken
The pariahs are sobbing
In eternal yearning
Quenching their thirst out of a pure well
The larvae shelled out of their cocoons