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• The Breath Of Atlantis - Kataxu
• War - Kataxu
• The Manifesto Of The Unity - Kataxu
• My Name From The Forest - Kataxu
• Roots Thunder - Kataxu
• Nightsky - Kataxu
• Nawia - Kataxu
• Intro - Kataxu
• In My Dungeon! - Kataxu
• Below The Tree Of Life - Kataxu

Great tears of the world are sought at the point of the
melting suns
Mighty waters glitter like never before - pondering about
their fate...
... They don't see the major end, covered by the shadow
of the monstrous wave
The sign given by the birds at dusk join their anxiety
with the colors of the moist earth
By melting into the sea depth...
... and only the flamed rune shows the road radiating a
blaze of rings!

(Instrumental / Ambient, the following is written accompanying it in the booklet:)
Burning Reflections of War's Walls!
Rivers Of Blood Are Endless
The Revenge Of Gods - Enemies Are Lost In Pain!
Look!
Like, Living Candles!
- Let The Laughing Of Witches Spread Disease!
- Let Their Land Become Barren For All Eternity!
- Let The Swamps Swallow Their Bodies!
- Let The Wombs Of Their Woman Rot!
- Let The Sukkubus in Their Beauty,

Let the heavy breath of clouds magnify the horizon
Let all of the matured ultra feelings burn with bloody
spew of the Gods' fire
Let the waters strike with waves of hate!
Let Ragnarok begin, from the loudest scream of unity!
A vitreous female - ripped from a womb
Then and there had passed her palm over to become the
first lady
Then and there the flakes had uncovered the wild
attachment
She cried, covering her vulgar laugh underneath her
mask
She passed her palm over the thousands swirling in a
sexual rhythm.
She envenomed the Gods with a drink...
To procreate a war monster of a hundred years
The vitreous female within the web of Orion
(Do you hear the mighty steps above the waters!?
Their calling was heard, but no one saw their demonic
wings...)
(The ages in which begriming the the faith and the race
have never been so apt)
Don't ask, if it is eay to find the key in one of the
sources of creation
If the fall of the hounds' faith is near
If the wrath of the pantheon still hears its flame at
the corners of the world
Let's throw a shadow of crystal murders
Because this is the time - where birds can only fly
Upon the golden formation
Uopn a heap of thoughts
The pearls of the hounds' dog will crawl - in its
mighty beauty
On a leash, dragged behind the godly chariots of war!!!
You will stand, like before, underneath the whip of
Ancient Rome
In the frantic laugh of Sparta, I will push your brood
off the mountain
Let the gales speak when the crows shall laugh!
Pick out the eyes so they can see!
The prophecies in which the background was found
For the end of millions of sheep eyes
This is the wolf era of truth - amongst the burning of
sanctuaries lies!
In the hands of puppets - the sanctuaries of the world
tremble
The cold wind still ripples the hue changing wate...
Creations of short breath shall crawl - forever!
Because these are the epochs of power, entangled and
unified!
And the gale shall blow into the horn of victory - to
all the corners of the world!
The victims, for the holes in time, shall be stopped in
a vortex of vulgar laughs and eternal motionless!
Those, who bowed down to the hounded god,
Will now dip their necks, before the rings of power!
Seperated amongst dead embodiments - creatures of short
breath!

Animal Breath Leads Alarmingly
Ardusing The Concience Of Possession Of A Haze - Forgotten Property
... To Hidden Moment In Which You Stand
Further Than The Sense And Fear Allow
The Truth Shudders From You - Covered With A Lie.
Closer And Closer
My Frozen Hearts - Increases The Higher Meaning
And The Energy Spirits From The Bottom Of The Kataxu Abyss
The Truth Shudders From You - It knows That It Was Hidden To Confine
Now It's My Turn - To Enter The Taste Of Instinct
Now It's My Turn - To Destroy The Fast Circles
... Deeper Understaning Of Time
... Transfiguration Of Original I
Pulsing Vibrations - An Art Above The Thick Eddies Of Torents.
I Am The Abstract Prospect
I Am The Mirror Of Birds
Looking At Your Glare Take My Steel And Hear My Scream
Among The Words I Can't Catch Up With - Great Desire
- What Is My Former Name?
- Get Deeper And Recognize Your Sign!
- I Can't See But The Earth Caress Me!
- Your Pagan Faith Will Lead You!
... Torn Parts Of The Mysteries, Catching By The Hunger
Behind Me They Are Submerged...
I Am Swimming But When The Peace Decreases In Wave
Of The Forest, I Will Find My Name From The Forest
Again With Each Tremble Of My Soul
I Will Find It

The Bullet Of The Hight Environment In Shortening Days
Of Thorny Blasphemies, The Thought Disperses Bones But The Dust Is Not Silent
Ending The Performance, This Is The Stigma Which Is Rised Above Another Time
I Curse By Blind Candle Throught The Furthest Past
Where The Sound Of Horses Looks For The Slates Of Vertical
- What A Great Hanged Man In The Reflection Of Tribes
- What Sweet Are The Traces Of Thrombosis In Rooty Incarnations
Fast Curve To Immortality Of The Arms
Moth Moves Its Life But Who Takes Her Hand
To Make It Look At A Creature Of Its Transformations
- I Am Looking For A Mask Through The Forgotten Land
... And You Who Come Uninvited!
- I Am Here!
- Hunt Me! Because I Have Never Met Colourness Of Freedom
Oh My Laughter, Parapsychical Murders
Do You Scream Because Of Hunger?
- Oh Yes!
I Will Be Listening To You; I Will Sing The Former Despair To You.
... The Dolls Are Crying Again!
- Enjoy Yourself!
- This Palace Is Yours.
... And Where Is The Love?
- You Fool!
The Only One I Knew Is The Paranoia To Foold.
Your War Of The Waving Blind Is Covered With Dust
Caress With The Power Of Silent White And Dream About Healing
Lick All Your Wounds In Dependence On Underfeelings
- Do Not Ask For More!
... Because As A Pagan Mother
... All My Fingers As Eternal Wolfs,
Efficency Of Peace I Release
I As An Old Man And My Couns Are Counted Years Ago.
I As A Hatred Writing Hand Dispersed Feather Traces On Cosmic Sand
I As Hight Environment's Faith
I As Long Ages Of War
- With Purple Of Blood Rise Our Swords!
- Because The Ancient Hatred Is Inside Us!

.. the dawn of the nocturnal sun carries radiance
In the bloody kiss, behind the protection of the night he
lies amongst the rocks
... and only the sigh of the mountains gives a sign that
you will willingly sacrifice your ruin heart -
In the mountains amongst the runic circles, surrounded by

(Instrumental / Ambient, the following is written accompanying it in the booklet:)
Eagle, Come!
Let Your Wings Sing A Song, Guide The Last Comet.
Trees Are Living Again, The Saturn's Season
Herbs Are Flowing Down The Hands Of The Warrior
Constellation Of My Breaths, Because Here Is Great Turning Point
And My Great Lonely Thought
Cloudy Coat Covered My Pride
With Stony Rain I Hammer Every Tear For My Fatherland
Aryan Eagle - Satisfy
Let They Carry Through Milky Way - To The End of Zenith.
Now On The Million Ways of Pre-Darkness.
Cosmic Key In Nine Candles Of Destiny
In Eternal Trance Of The Universe, I Praise The Slavonic Gods
... My Last Words
... Substance Flows Down, And Inside Me Hot Eye's Tatoo

(Instrumental / Ambient, the following is written accompanying it in the booklet:)
... The Womb Of The Mountains, Burning With Primal Cold.
In The Lakes Of Time, I Immerse My Face - To Make It As A Stone I! -

Rushing through dense forests of mountains and dells
The rustling robes, and the hair made of wild waves of
A stoney palm, with a dreadful beauty,
Clenches sharpening the shine of the orbits.
Stimulated by thousands of fiery swamps, I feel the
rhythym of the pulsating earth.
Tongues rising up to the heavens - pulsating veins in
rocky fissures.
The flowers of scarlet, forming a mist
... the forging gleam of the aurora australis
... the winds of the Gods is within me!
Ingenuous thoughts; lead me!
I walk on the path of instinct - I grow with no
impediment for future epochs.
Nothing will stop my everlasting roam
The winged praxis towards millions of gates
I, the wind of the ancient world, create an alien touch
amongst the two lights -
The key to the immortal fog, and the encoded strength.
"The mystery of blood - lies in us, children of the
noble race..."
"I, the wind! Recollecting the times of the shining
Atlantis..."
...Many are already uncovered, and the road is thawed
through the sunset in the West, but I dare to reach the
unimaginable!
The bourne is grand - through an abstract psyche, here
is my frantic art
I, the wind of time - create a dimension of
undestructable thoughts
The word 'keys' became firmer than the one forged into
stone.
Welcome to my rooted hemisphere of fire.
I scatter the remains of the rouge layers
I sharpen my instinct - and my feelings pierce through
the barriers (behind the cosmos)
Upon the rocks of the mountainous hemorrhages
A symphony of the priest's dance
... Hate bursts out from the lips
The crowns of the surrounding trees give notice - the
dances in leafy robes shine
... in my hemisphere of fire
Here is the only moment where the shine of dawn is
rotten for the eyes.
Here is my victory, the birth amongst chaos.
You try to find me on your palm, wandering through the
mountains, but your life lines are laid down in fear.
I melt your tears, and your unwanted feelings
In the line of cold hearts - like the spearhead of the
One-Eyed God!
Proficient and cunning in movement with the stars; I
treat my victim with neglect. I long to strangle (it)
with poetry, from within the deep blossoms.
Here is the mad climax and the screaming rhythm when I
melt the precious orbits
... an empty gift of life
... in my dungeon!
My thoughts organised with a possessed laugh
The explosions of the hating pulse - let them lead me
through this hemisphere of fire
I curse you, to burn in a fiery sacrifice!
... in my dungeon!
The Northern course intensifies my strength
Ascending the aurora australis - I douse my hands into
the lakes of stars
The mountainous swamps call - through the embers of
sheared heads.
Here is my homage to the mountainous blossoms - the
ancient earth remembers
Here is the rocky beginning - in the hands of the
elements

In a flamed abyss, into a maelstrom of the deepest
caves
Here - below the tree of life...
Moving dark blocks of rubble
Touching the mighty wings, whirl between nine candles
of fate!
Awakening amongst abdomens and rites...
The dense air of the halls and the wells' screams in
the ancient tongues of wood.
Twirling amongst everlasting calls...
The underwater gap on the bloodied torn tree of life...
The echo of the demons' chants strikes like kisses of
death...
... Below, the timeless vapor, and the death of united
thoughts.
Through the nine candles of fate
The designs of the walls of time are endless in moving
images.
An innocent reflection of the white lady's laughter
This is the mighty power in a borderless image of the
ancient.
Here, below - the frozen walls weep reaching immensity.
Crowded mothers fade in the distance, and the leaves
reach for the horizon.
Mixed ashes within elements, the underwater lava forms
paths -
When the soul begins to burn returning to the roots of
being
The tears of ecstasy sculpture the countenance
The screams strangle shapes
Pillars of faces flowing in a victorious conversion
Sacred elements of the abyss - Kataxu!
Lead for me the wheels of death and life are lit...
I remember! Being born many a time, living ruddiness of
the worlds!
I, bringer of the dusk...
Glorifying the most cruel of wisdoms
Creating ages of tyranny in the midst of a short life
Infiltrating worlds full of religion and incarnations
With innocence my robe of scarlet is moistened
Mechanical faces of envy; balls in cycles of a lighted
demise
Caverns of my aura - in a vortex of the deepest caves
Rouge wafts of melancholy
Awakening with poison of sweet catacombs
Breathe the shadows into the space of horizon!
This is the Reich arising from the war drawn path
Through the solar line of the division of the two suns
Towards the top of the center of madness
Through the solar line of comets at the countless stars
of chaos
Now, the machine of time counts back the falls for the
violent victory
Now, with a proud march through the thirteenth planet -