Messe Noire - Behemoth

I believe in Satan

Who rend both heavens and earth

And in the Antichrist

His dearly misbegotten

The anguish ov our future

A bastard spawned from lie

Born ov a harlot nun

Reign high in luxury

Aloft the kings ov man

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?

Yahweh (YWHW) 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 life

Depart celestial source

Rub mould in holy pages

Let woodworms eat the cross

I prayed I’d die in you oh 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

And reascend to seat himself

At the left hand ov Satan

Be gaoler ov the living

And ov the dead

As it was in the beginning

Now and shall ever be

World without end

Amen