Behemoth – Chant for eschaton 2000

Fly, fly high my Black EagleLet golden thread bind our eyesMay our minds and hearts blood uniteOn your wings carry me over the abyssBeyond The Reason and across the burning seasThen, with your claw tear the earth to the halvesAnd usher me into the secrets of her bowelsCircle! Round and round my Black EagleDown to the light of the beginning and the end which shimmersLet our senses be touched by ultimate pleasureMay the passion of hunting become all – devouringSlash! Slash with your beak

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