М8Л8ТХ - Междутема 6 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We stand before the edge, the border of illusions and truthful consciousness. Just a second, a moment, the decision lasts! Once taken into action, it instantly turns into rapid self-realization. Like recreating from the memory of the Ancestors. The spiral of the Milky Way, the Swastika from the eternal law, the song of the Skald, the firm hand of an implacable warrior, the wise word of the king-priest, the core of an ash tree, break with a hammer, crush without a shadow of doubt; to release within oneself the true image, not bent by fear and everyday life, pity and the false religion of the deserts. Persistent overcoming pain, fatigue, death, rebirth.

Every minute at the front, the line of which is the event horizon of the world. The world that will fall...