the sermon to the hypocrites

Singer:behemoth

o

ye whose future is in other hands!

foul feeders! slipped

are ye on you excrement?

parasites! having the world lousy

imagine ye are of significance to heaven

i

who enjoy my body

would rather pack with wolves

than enter your pest - houses

sensation. nutrition. mastication. procreation.!

this is your blind - worm cycle

know ye of nothing further than your own stench?

heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe

the sword - trust - not salve - i bring!

honest was sodom!

your theology is a slime - pit of gibberish become ethics

in your world

where ignorance and deceit constitute felicity

everything ends miserably -

- besmirched with fratricidal blood.

Lyric Context: the sermon to the hypocrites - behemoth