Shemhamforash - Behemoth

Consumed by tongues ov fire

Burning like Phlegethon

Holy gardens reduced to ash

Extinguishing light ov hope

Bringing the end ov the days

Words ov my gospel scattered

Sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds

Thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing

My sole companion woe to thee!

At my command let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem!

O ye ov little faith

With ethics rotten in a moral cage

Dead meat thrown down to the worms

To feed religious tumor corrupting marrow ov repugnant swirl

At my command let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem!

At my command let the heads ov Samaritan pave my ways!

Shemhamforash!