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Like Nechayev on the Ice

Corpse drifting in the deep

Lost in eddies of the Abyss

Dropsied reason fades to sleep

!Sleep

By the rule of Flame and Lead

Where blood must water soil

To hope for promised bread

Yet for the sickle do they toil

Now Reap

My Brothers we’ve seen you fall

in the Fields of Ukraine

Comrade can’t you see

The Iron Curtain

Was a Shroud

!By The Hammer of Belphegor

!By The Promise of Belphegor

!By The Cogs of Belphegor

!By The thrasher of Belphegor

Belphegor

!No Gods

!No Masters

!The Syndicate burns the world in Black Flames

!Neither God!Nor Master

!Just Ashes and the crown which the urn contains

Hungry hands those proletarians

!Yet hungrier still industry’s machine

By the Hundred Million Heads

By the Propaganda of the Deed

We Raise the Flaming Toast

To bring Cosmos to his knees

!Anangke !Erebus !Xaos !Anarchy

!No Gods !No Masters

!The Syndicate burns the world in Black Flames

!Neither God!Nor Master

!Just Ashes and the crown which the urn contains

!Don’t you see

!Every Emancipator has enslaved the Free