Behemoth - Shemhamforash lyrics

Consumed by tongues of fire Burning like Phlegethon Holy gardens reduced to ash Extinguishing light of hope Bringing the end of the days Words of my gospel scattered Sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds Thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing My sole companion Woe to thee! At my command Let the blood of the infants flood the streets of Bethelehem! O ye of little faith With ethics rotten in a moral cage Dead meat thrown down to the worms To feed religious tumor Corrupting marrow of repugnant swirl At my command Let the blood of the infants flood the streets of Bethelehem! At my command Let the heads of Samaritan pave my ways! Shemhamforash!