Messe Noire - Behemoth

I believe in Satan

Who rend both heavens and earth

And in the Antichrist

His dearly misbegotten

The anguish ov our future

A Bastard spawned from lie

Born ov a harlot nun

Reign high in luxury

Aloft the kings ov man

I use words sharp as a sword

To rake Saints' shins bestrewn

Three days risen the grand deceiver

I bless the world with ire and woe

So can you hoard host like Zion's coin

Belie progeny ov your pain

IHWH thou sayeth unto me:

Thou disrupter imbalance my creations

Hence I transfix in bliss ov flagellation

I burnt in rapture wafted ash about

Became the law above all laws

In asymmetry ov the horns

I cut loose the cord ov life

Depart celestial source

Rub mould in holy pages

Let woodworms eat the cross

I prayed I'd die in you O Lord

I pray you'd die in me

Who shall crucify the last prophets

And have them wilt on splintered stems

Who shall churn hells across the earth

And reascend to seat himself

At the left hand ov Satan

Be gaoler ov the living

And ov the dead

As it was in the beginning

Now and shall ever be

World without end

Amen