
Cultists/Сектанты (V. Tsoi Vocal) (B. Shnaider) (Сollab NSM3 x pr0p3lpr0j3k7)
✨ These are some old poems by my father, which I unearthed from deep within his archives...As some of you already know (the ones who get it 😉) —his work always carries a hidden philosophical message.I released two versions with Tsoi’s voice 🖤 and two more energetic ones 🔥And yeah, I do listen to my own feed too 😎🎧So let them hang here for a while — for you, my dear friends 💌Welcome to our world.🧠📜🔥🎶 #NSM3 #TsoiLives #FathersPoems #Onikak #Depth These genres for the track with Tsoi 🎤 were kindly suggested by my bro pr0p3lpr0j3k7 🤝 Big thanks, man! 🙏🔥🎶 [VERSE 1] There’s Faith Born of Heaven, And zealotry born of men. Twisted, narrow, and hollow — To them, God’s a magic trick again. They chant like sorcerers in a trance, Yet grasp no thread of truth or fate. While nature slowly sheds its dance, The weight of doom hangs at the gate. [VERSE 2] Deep down, we all know the score — This road of life must end someday. The soul ascends, forevermore. The body? Dust. It stays. Decays. [CHORUS] Don’t be fooled by wishful tales, That you’ll return from ash to flesh, That you’ll rise up from the graves And reign again like royal guests. [VERSE 3] There’s no hellfire. No divine light. No kingdom come beyond the veil. Just don’t get lost in faithful lies, Or you’ll drink their poison pale. [BRIDGE] And here I am, still spilling breath, Still hoping I could change this game. But zealotry’s a venomous death — One sip… and you’re never the same. [End] [Male Vocal Voice] Есть религия от Бога, А сектанство-от людей, Однобокость и убогость, Бог для них,как чародей. Тупо шепчут заклинанья, Не понятен тайный смысл, Есть в природе увяданье, Рок над миром уж завис. Все прекрасно понимают, Что конечен жизни путь, Душа в небо улетает, Тело остаётся тут. И не надо обольщаться, Что вернёшься в старый прах, Что воскреснешь из могилы, Будешь жить, как падишах. Нет ни ада,нет ни рая, Уясни раз и навсегда, Не ходи по ложным тропам, Меньше схаваешь вранья. Зря наверно распинаюсь, Переделать мир хочу, У сектантства много яда, Кто хлебнул, конец тому... [End]

