The Celebration Of Despair And Woe (Promo 2018)

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Under sneers of sluts and knaves
They were buried in the nameless graves,
And softly echoed someone's laugh in woods...
The celebration of despair and woe!

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released October 18, 2018

Music: Sasha Giller, Daria Cheplakova
Lyrics: Sasha Giller
Artwork: Maria Budasova
Female Vocal: Elizaveta Belokoz

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Tragedy In Hope Saint Petersburg, Russia

Black metal from Russia.

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Track Name: Drowned
Drowned

The water seemed so cold,
But nothing could stop the boat
Of her shattered, naive hope.
The girl made a dreary vow that
This night she would drown.

Filthy scent of musty dew
Which Was brought by moist wind
Befuddled the weary body, she barely could breathe,
A languorous reflection was seen from the river's brink,
Vile screams of crows broke her reverie,
The pallid beauty listened their deadly melody.

She tried to get acquainted
With razors blades in a bathroom.
Her wrists were obscenely naked
And covered with slight wounds.

Bloody cuts weren't deep enough,
The same was with red love, so
Darker thoughts embraced her heart,
At last she took off the apathetic mask.

Cunning rays of silver moon
Licked her graceful face,
She went astray in a fancy maze
Of these depressive days.

She was looking for gray clouds on the starry sky
When she heard the deadly song of the vile crows.

She drowned, drowned, drowned
In the dark, dark, dark
Of her heart, heart, heart
This deep night, night, night.

This sly night
Befuddled the weary body, she barely could breathe,
A languorous reflection was seen from the river's brink,
Vile screams of crows broke her reverie,
The pallid beauty listened their deadly melody.

So she drowned, drowned, drowned
In the dark, dark, dark
Of her heart, heart, heart
This deep night, night, night
She drowned.
Track Name: The Mistress Of Dark Art
The Mistress Of Dark Art

The first one in creative spree
Was swallowed by a gloom.
Erotic, wild fantasies
In an empty lonely room.

Scarlet strips on frail wrists
Were bleeding more and more
Before she fell on the dirty floor
Dead, forlorn, alone.

Graceful lines on dismal pictures
Screamed about wet, secret wishes.
Naked girls and razor blades,
Scenes of her dramatic fate.

Beauty of submissive postures,
Painting was a pleasant torture,
Scattered, elegant costumes,
Sweet and bare mannequins.

Brushes turned to dust
Because of hungry, burning lust
And absence of shy blush.

Fading, silky shine
Of silent, brown eyes
Was a sorrowful and ghastly sign
Of her lamentable demise.

No! That day she died.

But, the legacy of thousands pictures will live in people's hearts.
Devoured by eternity as the Mistress of dark art.

The second one was fooled
By entrancing sounds of vile strings
Which played on her soul's wounds.

Woven in deep corners of her perverted mind
Magnificent, dark music aroused the wish to fly.

Bewitching melodies
Lured her at the dirty roof.
Cellos, violins
Set the sad, romantic mood.
Final, desperate steps
Led her towards the tragic end.
Strings played notes of farewell
and then... and then she fell.

Moist air streams
Were pinching the pale, tired face
As if it was a dream.
The fragile body met its grievous fate,
But the music she wrote will never die
and thus she stayed alive.

The third one was obsessed by lofty poetry,
But something was amiss.
A felling of the slowly growing agony
Troubled the young Miss.

Secret, guilty pleasure
To hang on a long rope.
Will her life be as fleeting
Same fleeting as a hope?

Mysterious magic of her words,
To create depressive, charming worlds,
Poured in ears like a deadly spell,
It turned her life into a hell.

Sentences entwined in serpentines
Besotted her like sour wine.
Paper seemed to be decayed,
It was the death embrace.

In the darkest hour
She couldn't bear grievous thoughts
It killed the gentle flower.
Without any tears and agonizing fears
She wrote the fateful, poignant lines
And committed suicide.

She was so awful tired
From lousy books, from phony looks
And histrionical desires,
But it was in vain,
Because her dear pain
Became a home for those who felt
The same, who wanted to cut a thread

Of their dreary lives,
Who wanted to stop crying every lonely night,
For those who wanted to learn a sincere smile
In spite of the blatant, impudent, vulgar lies.

But everything has end,
Whether human's life or even death.

So maybe it's better to pretend and not to see the truth,
For there never were stories of more woe,
Than stories of the people who were doomed.
Track Name: Winter Wind Breath
Winter Wind Breath

- Look at her, such a whore.
- I wish I could stay alone with her.
- Speechless can’t say no.
- I was saving my virginity for her.
- I wonder if she is cold from the inside.
- Her white gown must be torn apart by my teeth.
- I am horny to death.
- I wanna bite her soft lips as she bit the dust.
- Let me water her dried up black rose.
- I would lick her Venus Mountain.
- Do her panties smell like a fresh fallen snow?
- I am mesmerized by the acrid lust.
Track Name: Their Wedding Ceremony
Their Wedding Ceremony

Scavengers smell a sugary scent of decay
And whisper foul swears over thin body of a comely fair.
Elegant curves of a slim maiden waist engendered admires, thousands of swains.
Bright flashes, wet lashes, a stone pedestal coated with flakes of bloody red snow.
Encompassed by pack of vulturous eyes, they devoured her figure with malevolent smiles.

Heavenly beauty was exceedingly rare
That even love was beyond to compare,
But one day in a crimson twilight
Oh, she committed a suicide.

Approaching a window in the desolate house
With tears on the cheeks she hysterically shouted
Then sat in dark corner and started to moan.

Fearful thoughts in the lunatic head
Caused ominous visions, indescribable dread.
Bruises and wounds, soft bitten lips,
Incarnadine traces from long leather whip.

Vines with sharp spikes crawl to her twee swan neck
And black roses sing a grim song for pale death
Their fallen petals covered amatory bed,
Desired proposal was suddenly made.

On their lofty wedding ceremony
Church organ played a eerie cacophony.
Enamored brides eagerly kissed each other
After final tragic words of holy father.

In a white silken dress
She was forsaken, wretched and breathless.
How fleeting was her dreary life,
Full of treacheries and beautiful lies.

Disillusions and regrets
Were her only true friends.
Prisoner in a palace of despair
Clang of chains, fetters and pain.

An orphan in the imperfect world
Who wished to be a marvelous bird,
To fly in the clear skies,
Chimerical dreams, silent shrill screams.

Day after day and night after night
She sorely fought for sane state of her mind,
But unbearable loneliness in four bare walls,
Hypocritical masks, theatrical roles,
Artificial hearts and empty, cheap talks
Turned gorgeous flower into a soulless doll.

Depression was a sweet delight,
But in the same time a rusty blunt knfie,
Which had a lot of dismal hues
From coal-black to soft, light-blue

And the taste was always bitter,
Same as a poisonous philtre.
Reflections in a false mirror
Were simply ripple in a river.

The sun was slowly falling down
Its red shine filled a little town
She put on her best white silken gown
And went to elegiac rout.

Mingled emotions tore her from inside
She felt people's nasty, malicious sights,
But with joy in the voice she mournfully said:
- At last, the carnival is coming to it's logical end!

And all hesitations have disappeared
Only wet traces from poignant tears
Envious glance towards future wife:
- I prepared white rose, thou would be satisfied.

Faceless goddess began to cry,
But agreed to be a miserable, charming bride.

The fair rushed to a road
And started to look for passing by car.
One was approaching from somewhere far.
She took last deep breath
And jumped under wheels,
Instantaneous death,
Cold wedding kiss.
Followed by howling of the chill winter wind...
Track Name: The Celebration Of Despair And Woe
The Celebration Of Despair And Woe

Grace of anguished reverence
And gloom of lean grimace,
Dreadful screams of agony
At delicious fable's scene.

How charming the ache is,
Like precious kiss in languid bliss among the moonlight's gleams.
Bewitched by the thrill.
She revels in nocturnal spree amid swank columns of ivory...

The Sorrow palace of (the?) shattered glass,
Falling tears and her mourning art,
Scalding fragrance of aphrodisiacs,
Filled the air with it's lewd witchcraft.

Whirl in lights of the dazzling masquerade,
Oppressive principles of morality fade,
Malicious tongues are weaved in grim talks,
While innocence is losing virtue.
Voluptuous lips, coquettish eyes
Dark-red attire, necklace, silk tights.
Her touch is a thorn for she was forlorn
As guests was embraced by desire and vice.

The merciful gift of an affection adieu,
Humble lady was defiled, abused, allured
She was sepulchered
Under the weight of secret love
Terrible truth should've had to bow,
But on the edge of tragedy
Her desperate action made him free.

"Fly to the fair paradise
Indelible shame and dishonor demised",
If together they were like patrician and whore
Then a confession would be a doom.
All dreams disappeared in cries of her dear,
Ripple of laughter and mockery after,
One quivering voice through malevolent joy,
Caws of mirk crows, sharp and curved claws.

Gossips that tickle the curious minds
Courteously crawl in souls of all kind.
Sweet flattery caused a blush on the young face,
After two days she was found, cut veins.

In anticipation of the scarlet sunset,
She learned to dance a vulgar minuet.
Cautiously entered a sumptuous hall,
Dirty, wet thoughts became a hypocritical role.

Like yellow leafs on a weeping willow
Algid hearts blaze in an ecstasy.
Amused by spellbinding Eros
She engendered sick fantasies.

Vile hands have touched her waist,
Fondled body, pinched smooth legs and pretty face.
Gasping in an erotic madness
A pleasure, a shiver and a grating sadness
Gnawed a girl who shone like a pearl
Among arrogant lords on a tumultuous ball.

The piercing wail in the mist
Then muffled moan, mains on wrists
Chill winds whisper - "she is missed"
In woods beneath blood moon eclipse.
A faint sight, she was the bride
Who killed her lover this solemn night,
Compelled to save him from disgrace
She strays in a maze of myriad ways.

He met her in a theatre.
A curtsy for the noble,
A quaint wink for the girl,
They fell in love like no one fell and no one loved before.

Secret meetings at the lake
They hid from eyes of thousands snakes.
This promise will never be broken.

Under tall trees he got down on knee:
- Mannerly asked for my hand.
He pulled out the ring, it glaringly blinked:
- Bewildered and glad i agreed.

- Soon will be ball, i should tell them all.
- But you will be stained for the rest of your life...
- I'm ready to lose my noble pride.
- I can't let them cover you in a mournful pall.

Under sneers of sluts and knaves
They were buried in the nameless graves
And softly echoed someone's laugh in woods...
The celebration of despair and woe!

Enchanting sounds of violins
Should've had to play a funeral theme
Instead of a dissolute symphony.
Haughty grins and broken dream
Followed two lovers in their farewell hours.
Track Name: The Last Delight
The Last Delight

Disgrace, abjection, villainy,
Immense anger, but elegy.
Through his veins, through her pains.
Naked soul, her amour now implores.

Rumors are hideous.
Vicious riddle bellows and rests
Under fruitless thirst of death.

Trembling lips and frailty hand,
Foul deceit is always bland.

Forbidden rose in giddy waltz embraced by acrid flame
Was plunged within a dim abyss of sweet unholy shame
Tempting bust and burning lust held his eyes enthralled
Grim mocking sight of haughty spite made her loins moan

Embarrassment whimpers, awkwardness weeps,
Perplexity swells, submissiveness reaps
The fate of a vestal dream.

Beneath the spider on a geranium leaf hides frigidity

By the grief of the perishing dolls
Lonely hearts rove and bawl
Tearing through a voile of eternity
They are seeking for perversities

Engrossing despair will never forgive her prayer
Filthy rope invites for the last delight
Sappy neck depressed, she was so distressed
Acclaiming the horrifying emptiness

Forever, beauty died in cage
Forever, oblivion absorbed lives page
Forever, hope dissolved in haze
Forever, breath is enclosed in chains

Abandoned in the Golden Age
Her portrait came, it was revenge

Ohh… Such a miserable, grievous state
Feebleness spread this moment
Wagging of a little head
Cut the blue blood's thread

Embarrassment whimpers, awkwardness weeps,
Perplexity swells, submissiveness reaps
The fate of a vestal dream.

Beneath the spider on geranium leaf hides memory

By the grief of the perishing dolls
Lonely hearts rove and bawl
Tearing through a voile of eternity
They have found the obscurity
Track Name: We Are Already Dead
We Are Already Dead

Ashen clouds slowly sail on the frowning sky,
Baleful Moon shines gently from behind,
Thousands of poignant tears are shed down below,
Filthy dry odor succumbed to petrichor.

An Ominous passage led to the sullen night paysage
Which seemed hitherto an illusive far mirage.
In tender, soft embrace of wretched enchantress
Even timeless darkness will lose to her in chess.

With heavy steps, but tranquil breath he treads to a broad ledge,
Twisted shapes of gray landscape are seen from the house edge,
Weary life and soul's strife, melancholia,
Sudden fall of lie bestowed grim euphoria.

Seducing gaze from nonentity.
He looked loftily and brusquely at the gaunt face
As if oblivious about her mournful grace,
Her grave malady and naive vanity
This insomnious autumnal night.

This insomnious autumnal night
In murky, burial shroud death cries.
She bewails about this agonized blink
After his scornful sight.

On drear eyes of emerald color
For the last time he saw a bitter, mute sorrow.
Haggard, frail body rests on the moist, cold ground
Among sere asphodels, among vermilion gouts.

She is compelled to play in a basilisk chess
Thus guarding a painful suspense.
On a pallid, glum mien of the Woeful Queen
Appeared a genuine sadness.

He deluded her vilely, broke her shy heart,
Trampled it arrogantly, tore it apart.
By invisible waves of vespertine air
She was thrown in an abyss of eternal despair.

On drear eyes of emerald color
For the last time he saw a bitter, mute sorrow.
Haggard, frail body rests on the moist cold ground
Among sere asphodels, among vermilion gouts.

Golden foliage billows by the chill, October wind
Beneath argent, dim moonbeams.
And the last words he said before the tragical end:
"We are... We are... We are already dead..."

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