On the empty unbounded heights,
Where the departed souls rest,
Haze was lit up for Life Ancestor
In the form of the original light.
‘long the path through the limitless aeons,
Passing the dormant spangles of gleam,
Light’d lit up the primordial dark dawns,
In the divine image with an ardent beam.
The issue of Life Creator
Is the death for the birth’s sake.
His child is in Via Lactea’s embraces
Of the Hall’s stellar spheres.
In the time’s source,
In the dark we were sprung,
In Sol’s Bed ‘mong the Orbs,
By the occulting Sun,
In Two-World’s womb,
We’re an issue of Sundown and Dawn.
An ardent eye,
Having burst, eclipsed the light,
Singed the tower
With the voice of thunder-blast,
In the Ocean-Sea
Mother-Earth is shown,
And the Divine Hand,
Having twisted the waist –
And Two-Faced Shrine,
Gazing from the sky,
‘s given Light and Dark
To the winds of fire.
In the aeonian void
World was born by Haze,
Being made in fire,
On a cloth of black.
Woven of the skin
Of the divine face,
Maybe by Vles' thread,
Or the flesh of dead?
Created by the Sun and the Ocean-Sea deep.
From Thy womb Kin-God Rod appeared.
The one who gave Origination
To the Earth.
Origination of this life.
The one who sways the Universe’s lot, is mute,
For the offsprings born under the ice, in water, or
From the Biped Beast’s womb, for those who we are!
From the outside
Origination has come,
By the divine hand, in the world of Light and Dark.
Your palm of hand is like a child’s cradle,
Swinging a transient life’s long round dance –
The end – the new commencement’s creation –
Whirls the aeons without our Kin’s end.
On the age’s fall
Human being was made,
Founding this world
From living graves.
Through the epochs’ trail,
Having killed ourselves,
The Universe’ll hear Origination’s breath
Again.
Lyrics: Masha "Scream", translation into English by Sergey AR Pavlov, Artwork and design: Gyula Havancsák
Haze was lit up for Life Ancestor
In the form of the original light.
‘long the path through the limitless aeons,
Passing the dormant spangles of gleam,
Light’d lit up the primordial dark dawns,
In the divine image with an ardent beam.
The issue of Life Creator
Is the death for the birth’s sake.
His child is in Via Lactea’s embraces
Of the Hall’s stellar spheres.
In the time’s source,
In the dark we were sprung,
In Sol’s Bed ‘mong the Orbs,
By the occulting Sun,
In Two-World’s womb,
We’re an issue of Sundown and Dawn.
An ardent eye,
Having burst, eclipsed the light,
Singed the tower
With the voice of thunder-blast,
In the Ocean-Sea
Mother-Earth is shown,
And the Divine Hand,
Having twisted the waist –
And Two-Faced Shrine,
Gazing from the sky,
‘s given Light and Dark
To the winds of fire.
In the aeonian void
World was born by Haze,
Being made in fire,
On a cloth of black.
Woven of the skin
Of the divine face,
Maybe by Vles' thread,
Or the flesh of dead?
Created by the Sun and the Ocean-Sea deep.
From Thy womb Kin-God Rod appeared.
The one who gave Origination
To the Earth.
Origination of this life.
The one who sways the Universe’s lot, is mute,
For the offsprings born under the ice, in water, or
From the Biped Beast’s womb, for those who we are!
From the outside
Origination has come,
By the divine hand, in the world of Light and Dark.
Your palm of hand is like a child’s cradle,
Swinging a transient life’s long round dance –
The end – the new commencement’s creation –
Whirls the aeons without our Kin’s end.
On the age’s fall
Human being was made,
Founding this world
From living graves.
Through the epochs’ trail,
Having killed ourselves,
The Universe’ll hear Origination’s breath
Again.
Lyrics: Masha "Scream", translation into English by Sergey AR Pavlov, Artwork and design: Gyula Havancsák
