Behemoth - Natural Born Philosopher

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  • čas přidán 27. 05. 2012
  • Without sin I can't make religion
    As without sin there's no whoredom
    And when in my heart god becomes a harlot
    I shall sin, sin, sin again
    (,,...Every world has its space
    Every life has its time
    Every mass has its god
    Every god has his guillotine...")
    To possess thy mother I desire not
    Nay, to slay thy father neither
    'Tis thy god I yearn to kill
    Thus reigning universal
    With my beak I wanna peck at his face
    And from ye golden cups divine blood drink
    Trespass borders which do not exist
    I wanna be born, grow and rise again
    And become! Become you Unity!
    Be all and nothing equally-
    Dust ov universe and its essence-
    And look attentiv'ly
    Every star is a stone
    In the cosmic pavement on which step you
    And your odyssey has no beginning
    And never look to far, you fool!
    'Cause it has no fuckin' end!
    By nails tear this thin membrane
    Show me ye eye ov revenge
    Spit out half dead foetus out-
    Consciousness
    Long live the man!
    To god-quick death!
    (Your god is dead now...)
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