Lyrics Behemoth – Messe Noire

I believe in Satan
Who rend both heavens and earth
And in the Antichrist
His dearly misbegotten

I use words sharp as a sword
To rake Saints ’shins bestrewn
Three days risen – the grand deceiver
I bless the world with ire and woe

So, can you hoard host like Zion’s coin
Belie progeny ov your pain?
IHWH, thou sayeth unto me:
Thou, disrupter, imbalance my creations!
Hence I transfix in bliss ov flagellation
I burnt in rapture, wafted ash about…
Became the law above all laws
In asymmetry ov the horns

I cut loose the cord ov li(f)e
Depart celestial source
Rub mould in holy pages
Let woodworms eat the cross
I prayed I’d die in you O Lord
I pray you’d die in me…

Who shall crucify the last prophets
And have them wilt on splintered stems?
Who shall churn hells across the earth