Behemoth – Natural born philosopher

without sin I can`t make religionas without sin there`s no whoredomand when in my heart god becomes a harlotI shall sin, sin, sin again(@…every world has its spaceevery life has its timeevery mass has its godevery god has his guillotine… @)to possess thy mother I desire notnay, to slay thy father neither`tis thy god I yearn to killthus reigning universalwith my beak I wanna peck at his faceand from ye golden cups divine blood drinktrespass borders which do not existI wanna be born, grow and rise againand become! become you unity!be all and nothing equally –

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