Natural Born Philosopher?-Behemoth

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 (Ł˘...every world has its space Every life has its time Every mass has its god Every god has his guillotine... Ł˘) 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 f**kin' 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...)