Art thou blind and deaf?
Decrepit and hideous
Hidden in woods of madness and anxiety
I am the beast, thou – the refugium of love
Whereas your love as a cockroach
Under my own boot
I am the gehenna of humanity, whereas thou art me mercy
And what shalt thou need it for
If the world shall fall asleep under my wings anyway
I am the blood from thy limbs, thou art the wisdom
Is it a great one, yes, vain fools do beliefe in it
They still go up in flames in anyway
Devils tongue is the tongue of fire
Yes, the same that burneth thine houses
Consumeth light and thy sheep… damned!
And even their wool is shaddy, and the meat poisonous
Not for the hungry dogs at my table
I shall destroy everything, or not…
I shalt throw it to vultures to devour, let them feast!
Devils tongue is the tongue of the night
Whenever thou delight in this beauty
Lyric In Thy Pandemaeternum – Behemoth