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IO

IA

IAO APOLLYON

ANIMA TERRORIS

It’s the Dawn of the Age of the Locust

And they will eat the work of your hands

The pit of the Tyrant is open

And the smoke of the starvation ascends

!Wormwood !Heil

The Horsemen

Ride

The Moon, like the Flag of the nations

is red with the blood of Lambs,

And woe to the earth and the sea

Before the wrath of He Who I Am

Singing Anthems of plagues unencumbered

Those Hymns to National Gods

For 30 pieces of Silver, the partisan gibbet applauds

!Now Hail Him !Judas !Judas

From the winepress I arose

Drenched in the blood of my sons

My name is a thousand pieces

The droplets in the Field of Blood Blood.

!Exile !Witness

!Stalin on the throne of Tsars

!Exile !Witness

!A crown on a comrades skull

Полюшко-поле,

полюшко, широко поле,

Едут по полю герои,

Эх, да Красной Армии герои.

Только мы видим,

Видим мы седую тучу,

Вражья злоба из-за леса,

Эх, да вражья злоба, словно туча.

No Graves, No Tombs,

Nameless, Nameless!