♥ ♫ Behemoth © Messe Noir ♫ ♠

♥ ♫ Behemoth © Messe Noir ♫ ♠ I believe in Satan Who rend both heavens and earth And in the Antichrist His dearly misbegotten The anguish ov our future A Bastard spawned from lie Born ov a harlot nun Reign high in luxury Aloft the kings ov man I use words sharp as a sword To rake Saints ’shins bestrewn Three days risen – the grand deceiver I bless the world with ire and woe So, can you hoard host like Zion’s coin Belie progeny ov your pain? IHWH, thou sayeth unto me: Thou, disrupter, imbalance my creations! Hence I transfix in bliss ov flagellation I burnt in rapture, wafted ash about… Became the law above all laws In asymmetry ov the horns I cut loose the cord ov li(f)e Depart celestial source Rub mould in holy pages Let woodworms eat the cross I prayed I’d die in you O Lord I pray you’d die in me… Who shall crucify the last prophets And have them wilt on splintered stems? Who shall churn