Behemoth - The Thovsand Plagves I Witness

One eyed old man I am Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages An unborn child I am Though I have existed for billion years The invisible army I am Though the won battle still to come The father of ambitious and disappointed I am Brother in sin and abasement One eyed old man I am Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages An unborn child I am Though I have existed for a billion years The invisible army I am Though the won battle still to come The father of ambitious and disappointed I am Brother in sin and abasement In abusing the numerous pieces of sanctity I was Judas in your dream Who worshipped money above all I was the roman warrior Who wounded you and drank the divine blood I was Pilate on your trial Who spat in your pale face Each thorn was a sinful spell Each nail the fulfilment of the revenge For which I have been waiting for so many years Hatred for thousand holy heads And also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mystical daemons Triumphant in their blasphemy Hatred for thousand holy heads And also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mystical daemons Triumphant in their blasphemy I am Gordon, my name is annihilation Extermination I am the thousand plagues and afflictions