Behemoth - The Past Is Like Funeral lyrics
Behemoth [Nergal, Inferno, Orion]; Polska 🇵🇱
[Behemoth - The Past Is Like Funeral lyrics]
Sometimes when I visit the
Landscapes of the shadows
Something that recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and await's
When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
Becomes the wine of
Ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said "Watch out
Watch out" but, I will not go away till I
Taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes death
The past is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them
I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone
Hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity
Of meditations and contemplations
Waiting for the deserved dream
There on the holy land
And it's taste and coldness I remember
Barefoot digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if
The sweetest lover and begged
But was the sand to become my salvation?
Or worms the people on the court of light
The past reeks of an oak coffin
So wet and old
The past reeks of an oak coffin
So wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the
Wooden eyes of Jehovah
I killed mercy, spitting on the laws of god
I celebrated the birth of power
I fell in love with freedom and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist
From my morbid womb
In order to give life to divine grain
And concentrate the birth of
Human tragedy and destruction
I envisaged myself as a great magician
Although they called Armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth
Though I am elder than the world
I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is like the sand
That the grave-digger throws in your eyes
Landscapes of the shadows
Something that recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and await's
When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
Becomes the wine of
Ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said "Watch out
Watch out" but, I will not go away till I
Taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes death
The past is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them
I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone
Hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity
Of meditations and contemplations
Waiting for the deserved dream
There on the holy land
And it's taste and coldness I remember
Barefoot digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if
The sweetest lover and begged
But was the sand to become my salvation?
Or worms the people on the court of light
The past reeks of an oak coffin
So wet and old
The past reeks of an oak coffin
So wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the
Wooden eyes of Jehovah
I killed mercy, spitting on the laws of god
I celebrated the birth of power
I fell in love with freedom and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist
From my morbid womb
In order to give life to divine grain
And concentrate the birth of
Human tragedy and destruction
I envisaged myself as a great magician
Although they called Armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth
Though I am elder than the world
I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is like the sand
That the grave-digger throws in your eyes