Behemoth - Natural Born Philosopher

Without Sin I Can't Make Religion As Without Sin There's No Whoredom And When In My Heart God Becomes A Harlot I Shall Sin, Sin, Sin Again ("...Every World Has Its Space Every Life Has Its Time Every Mass Has Its God Every God Has His Guillotine...") To Possess Thy Mother I Desire Not Nay, To Slay Thy Father Neither 'Tis Thy God I Yearn To Kill Thus Reigning Universal With My Beak I Wanna Peck At His Face And From Ye Golden Cups Divine Blood Drink Trespass Borders Which Do Not Exist I Wanna Be Born, Grow And Rise Again And Become! Become You Unity! Be All And Nothing Equally – Dust Ov Universe And Its Essence – And Look Attentively Every Star Is A Stone In The Cosmic Pavement On Which Step You And Your Oddysey Has No Beginning And Never Look To Far, You Fool! 'Cause It Has No Fuckin' End! By Nails Tear This Thin Membrane Show Me Ye Eye Ov Revenge Spit Out Half Dead Foetus Out-Consciousness Long Live The Man! To God – Quick Death! (Your God Is Dead Now...)