Behemoth The Satanist Lyrics
The Satanist by Behemoth
I descended from the Mount Sinai
Unleashed the splendour upon a scroundel mob
To shelter where no, messianic light
Drove one single ray into the pulp of life
O sweet Salome I beckon thee
Bring forth thy heinous offering
Without your love
So incomplete
Corrupt me with your dignity
I decompose, in rapture of hells
Dissolve, divide, disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
At faintest whim they would impale the sun
And thus the sheep in me became the wolf in man
I am the fly that flew forth from the ark
My thoughts like insects
Whoring wounds divine
Been bored with cosmos my dear old foe
This universe has never been enough
Compelled to liberate the spring of life
When the levee breaks gush forth o' stream of ice
I decompose in rapture of hells
Dissolve divide disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
I cast my halo from perdition's clay
Behold my bliss profane
Born of a lie
Condemned to lurk
Live in denial
Yet.. Coiled.. Aflame
I am the great rebellion
Neath Milton's tomb I dwell
An existence even sin would not pardon
No guilt, no reason, saviour, or shame
Unleashed the splendour upon a scroundel mob
To shelter where no, messianic light
Drove one single ray into the pulp of life
O sweet Salome I beckon thee
Bring forth thy heinous offering
Without your love
So incomplete
Corrupt me with your dignity
I decompose, in rapture of hells
Dissolve, divide, disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
At faintest whim they would impale the sun
And thus the sheep in me became the wolf in man
I am the fly that flew forth from the ark
My thoughts like insects
Whoring wounds divine
Been bored with cosmos my dear old foe
This universe has never been enough
Compelled to liberate the spring of life
When the levee breaks gush forth o' stream of ice
I decompose in rapture of hells
Dissolve divide disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
I cast my halo from perdition's clay
Behold my bliss profane
Born of a lie
Condemned to lurk
Live in denial
Yet.. Coiled.. Aflame
I am the great rebellion
Neath Milton's tomb I dwell
An existence even sin would not pardon
No guilt, no reason, saviour, or shame