1. Ob(Servant)

Waking each dawn if it was the first
Sleep eroding all trace of a past
With only vivid dreams intact
I foresee all that will become
A prophet unaware... A reluctant oracle
I remain naive and innocent
Tainted only by the knowledge of a sinister future.
Memories: For me they are Non-Existent
The concept is alien

Carrying clouded prophecies for the future
I see time moving in the opposite direction
Visions becoming clearer as they move toward fruition
Each second sees another vision fulfilled

A mind overwhelmed
All knowledge I possess dissolves as time passes
A mind purged
The future cannot be changed
With mine or your actions,
Every act has already occurred
The future is complete, all outcomes final

You cannot choose.
Unchangeable.
Unbiased.
Exact.

So without a past,
How can I be defined?
I do not possess a 'life', I only exist
My mind a window I wish I could shatter
Not free to choose a path to travel
As I already see its end.
With a perpetual view into the void that will become
I am the Observer to the Future,
Watching the crumbling timeline unfold in reverse.

перевод: "Наблюдатель" (darcane) »

2. A Calculated Effort

To cull the weak, the strong must be removed
Abducted/Discarded/Disabled
By whatever means required – Nothing is sacred in our eyes
We leave only those who will follow without questioning

Following, but oblivious to where
Your kind has always been in plague proportions
And must be contained,
It is a calculated effort to guide the future
For it must be carefully structured
There is order to all we do
Nothing random... Nothing left to chance
We are the architects of this existence you revel in
Without our guidance, you would not exist

You owe all to us without even knowing,
You are not all equal, therefore a balance must be enforced
It is our responsibility, the weak must outnumber the strong
Your kind would never commit to such actions

Yet its necessity is obvious
Our actions are etched in history
Past, Present, Future,
Our actions wide reaching
Our brethren stretch across time
Our brethren creating the world you know
We worship our actions only; Not your false idols

We are mortal, yet our purpose is not
We are autonomous, yet linked for efficiency
Our motives are clear
We are the next step in the evolutionary process
And you are our life's work.

перевод: "Рассчитанное Усилие" (darcane) »

3. Slaves Of Nil

Inactive genes awakening
The 'Maturation' process: Triggered
A rebirth of sorts
Drones of a now forgotten conflict
Rendered null, void by time.

Lost, still searching for the idealistic purpose
Their hierarchic positions cannot change
Future victims of their one function: Tools for war

Nil Abnegation
At the mercy of their own hands
Slaves still, to a long defunct master
A discarded and forgotten race
Unaware of their purpose; they create one
More wrong they could not have been,
Shackled to hostility

Blissfully ignorant to that which is stirring
Caustic, malignant, beneath the skin
That which cannot be removed,
Sentient weapons, primed for their purpose
Subtle changes will remain unnoticed
Gradual acceptance of a tainted morality

History shunned
Yesterday's insanity will prevail as today's norm
Clearing the way for the downfall of the monarch of one
Thirsting for deprivation: Turning on their own
Natural behaviour for the matured breed
Truth unravelling, shattering the accord

In time they will understand
Yet change they cannot enact
Witness of their own unravelling
Guiding their way towards the Completion of the Species
Motivated by the higher calling in extinction,
The Legacy of Nihil Born.

перевод: "Рабы Нуля" (darcane) »

4. The Shifting Equilibrium

Mocked and discarded,
Treated as an inferior by-product
By a society drunk on the power of progression
'Collateral Damage' in a patronising age

A multitude of the newly evolved
They are the bright beacon of a dark future
A glimpse of what will become
The peak of mankind is lower than assumed
A new genetic equilibrium is forming

As nature corrects itself
Discarding core functions that mankind have neglected
Arrogance and apathy the culprit
New generations replace the values of the old
Non-essential human elements enhanced
As the correction takes place.

A slow and cruel process, this cannot be reversed
They will create a twisted balance of power
Becoming the majority, their numbers multiplying
Gradually outnumbering those who deem themselves as the norm,
Uprooting all that is held sacred to an ego

Driven mass
Nothing can curb the spiral effect
Your future kin will become "Them"
Tainted decedents will usher in the new era

перевод: "Смещающееся Равновесие" (darcane) »

5. Removing The Common Bond

Manipulation of evolution
Against all that is natural
A course uncharted
Creating that which was once revered by all
Becoming the one to oppose what has always been
The Pinnacle

Reconstructing the elemental nature of Life
A transcendence with no recourse
Time, no longer the restrictive force
Time, no longer the constant
The pendulum has stopped.

By removing the balancing factor
I rise about the homogeneous
We are equals no more
With the common bond of death removed

I stand alone.
Alone in Power.
Alone in Stature.
Alone.

Time is now irrelevant
The invisible structure long ago destroyed
I cannot undo what has been done
A selfish dream that has turned
Into an unwanted reality
Waiting for that which will never come
Without an end, how can "Life" exist?

Now I Just Am
I Am Eternal
I am Nothing

перевод: "Удаляя Общую Связь" (darcane) »

6. Horde In Devolution

Confined within an archaic shell
One not offering protection
It is the epitome of imprisonment
No heed taken to the ever cracking facade
Slowly collapsing
Unable, or unwilling to seize the truth

Apathy; the only foe
Blinded by antiquated ideals
Relics of a naive age
Lured by self-created prophecies
Feeble addicts to the euphoria of self-importance

Revelling in myopic fantasies
Righteous, yet without a throne
Deaf to the inherent calling
An ignored motivation not acted upon
Primitive minds will forever be distracted by primitive needs

Eternally the walking dormant
Symbols of the devolution process
Transcendence for the taking,
The implements of change await those who look
Yet no hand will rise for the grail

The worn path will continue to be trodden
By the week generic horde
A procession of the lost, blind and frail
Becoming the pallbearers of their own condemned future

перевод: "Орда В Вырождении" (darcane) »

7. Blood Stained Lineage

Correct mistakes of blood
Follow the ruler to usurp the crown
Take what is not bestowed by lineage
Take what can never be handed
The averted gaze of arrogance; ripe for the knife

Flinch not
Carve a new future
Forge it by force

Hesitate now and forever wait
For that which will not come again
A lost opportunity to sculpt a new hierarchy
To become the catalyst, not the witness
Blood stained hands can be cleansed
Indictable traces removed, disposed
Neither black nor white exists when you dwell in the shade

Answerable to None
A forced superiority; the Universal Effect
The transfer of power absolute
Slaves will forever remain slaves
Kings will forever walk among kings

Standing alone, never as One
For the weak will drain all from what they covet
Become the ruler of all and want for nothing.

перевод: "Запятнанная Кровью Родословная" (darcane) »

8. Immortal Army Of One

Waging a battle where there can be no victor
An immortal army of one... Myself
The enemy... A truth that cannot be faced
Controller of fate? I'm its feeble servant!
Free to chose anything that my will desires
Yet no alternatives exist
I do not want this

What defines a 'God'?
The ability to create?... Or Destroy?
I am in possession of both
Not of my will, nor discretion
A mere passenger of chance
Unlucky to be the chosen one

Undesirable omnipotence
A god confused serves no purpose
Denial is a powerful ally
And my only confidant
If all is burned, will I be caught in flames?
Or stand alone in the ashes of the void?

Timeless and ageless in a self-created abyss,
I know the answer
Yet to it I cannot concede
I am above all
Yet, still I'm a Slave

перевод: "Бессмертная Армия Одного" (darcane) »

9. Initiate

Stripped of all that is unique, it is redundant
You have joined us, Welcome...
Embrace the new freedom of which you have never felt
Embrace the Nothingness
The sinister burden of individuality lifted
Embrace Us

You need struggle no longer
We offer what you have long yearned for
You will become complete
Now part of our family
Revel without our created monotheistic system
All else is false

You have chosen what is right
You have chosen what is true
You have accepted the inevitable
Adorned with the sacred cloth
You are now our brothers and sisters
Forget your past, repent
We forgive you

For you knew nothing else
Pure savages now tamed
We will guide your future
Together we move toward
All outsiders must fear us

Icons of dissent must fall, the great unclean herded
Those suitable, welcomed... Failures, discarded
Our invitation needs no reply
Vengeance awaits the chosen who doubt, refuse or mock.
We insure this, you will insure this
We cannot be faulted, we are immaculate
Values bond us closer than blood
Our family is ever growing
We will continue to do what is right:
Cleansing the Profane

перевод: "Посвященные" (darcane) »