Control Shot or Halls of the Red (1998/2003)

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Hall of Opposition (Apocalyptic Impression) 

Creating in a shadow of the black towers 
I sense skies [bad word] thin. 
And my heart is a sharp dark crystal 
Filled up with cold of very depths of Ural, 
The land of dead solitude, 
Of his inside — ancient ice 
Aged like frozen essence [bad word]   [bad word] in zenith, 
And alien to this times ghosts sprout up 
From the center of the raging collapse. 
Concentrating blackness is shooting out 
From before sure [bad word] of the cyclical universe. 
There is treasure of disintegration order art 
Under impenetrable cloak of death. 
Masterpieces of lifeless horizon. 
Apocalyptic inspiration. 
Destroying in shadow of the black towers 
I sense time fall to nought. 
I coat with blood 
The already murky landscapes-canvas 
No remorse, no regret, [bad word]  
And my heart is ages of the Opposition.