Behemoth - The Sermon To The Hypocrites Lyrics
The Sermon To The Hypocrites Lyrics
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.Excerpts from Anathema of Zos. The Sermon to the Hypocrites by Austin Osman Spare.
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