Текст песни Behemoth - The Sermon To The Hypocrites, слова песни Behemoth

Текст песни Behemoth - The Sermon To The Hypocrites

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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 HeavenI, who enjoy my body[I] would rather pack with wolvesthan enter your pest - housesSensation... Nutrition... Mastication... Procreation...!This is your blind - worm cycleKnow ye of nothing further than your own stench?Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastropheThe sword - trust - not salve - I bring!Honest was Sodom!Your theology is a slime - pit of gibberish become ethicsIn your world, where ignorance and deceit constitute felicityEverything ends miserably - - besmirched with fratricidal blood.

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The Sermon To The Hypocrites

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