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Behemoth
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The Sermon To The Hypocrites
Lyricist:Adam Darski
Ohh, ye whose future is in other hands Foul feeders, slipped are you on your excrement? Parasites having the world lousy Imagine you are of significance to heaven
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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Know ye of nothing further than your own stench Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe
The sword thrust not salve I bring The sword thrust not salve I bring The sword thrust 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 so miserably besmirched with fratricidal blood
The sword thrust not salve I bring The sword thrust not salve I bring The sword thrust not salve I bring The sword thrust not salve I bring
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