Behemoth - Driven By The Five-Winged Star

Sister of sin Lover of my unwedden night In blasphemy we bathe our unclean Bodies We find adoration in the filthy procreation His will is our devotion Giving in to the knight of the remote star Falling in love with the darkest tormentor The basic instinct, the obscurity of my soul We hide our secrets damnedly deep And these are the key to the sempiternal glory To the harmony of body and soul Immortality, spirituality extasy and diableria Sister of sin When rich and when poor On the way to