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Versurile Behemoth - The Sermon To The Hypocrites
Versuri The Sermon To The Hypocrites
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
[I] 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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