Behemoth - Towards the Dying Sun We March lyrics

From the blood of the earth
From it's sacred soil that alters a spell
Contorting with the stars of revenge
Come forth, martyrs of the underworld!

Blessed, but thou are not!
Cruel godhead, thy child
And in the world for so long
Its expression I draw out and
March towards the sun unleashing force
Can't stop me now! Born of the seas
The setting tides confine reality
Between future ov the living
Perdition I dwell
Anointed by blissful hypocria
That never ends!

In unyielding expression of selflessness
Where I dare to challenge thy gravity
Thus, speaks the nature of my ways
Thus, the true light illuminates!

Here lie limitless sins ov awareness
Where valiant boats implode
Drifts the world netherwards
Standing with face of hell
Lest we flog what’s crucified
I shall layeth with my soul to rest
Until I reach the sun's might!