Behemoth - The Sermon to the Hypocrites lyrics

Behemoth

Behemoth [Nergal, Inferno, Orion]; Polska 🇵🇱

[Behemoth - The Sermon to the Hypocrites lyrics]

O, ye whose future is in other hands!
Foul feeders! Slipped
Are ye on you excrement?
Parasites! Having the world lousy
Imagine ye are of significance to Heaven
I, who enjoy my body
Would rather pack with wolves
Than enter your pest - houses

Sensation nutrition mastication procreation!
This is your blind - worm cycle
Know ye of nothing further
Than your own stench?
Heaven is indifferent to your
Salvation or catastrophe
The sword - trust - not salve - I bring!

Honest was Sodom! Your theology is a slime -
Pit of gibberish become ethics
In your world, where ignorance and deceit
Constitute felicity


Everything ends miserably -
- besmirched with fratricidal blood

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