Shemhamforash lyrics

“What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.”

[Jean Genet]

consumed by tongues ov fire

burning like Phlegethon

holy gardens reduced to ash

extinguishing light ov hope

bringing the end ov the days

words ov 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 ov the infants flood

the streets ov Bethelehem!

O ye ov little faith

with ethics rotten in a moral cage

dead meat thrown down to the worms

to feed religious tumor

corrupting marrow ov repugnant swirl

at my command!

let the blood ov the infants flood

the streets ov Bethelehem!

at my command!

let the heads ov Samaritans pave my ways!

Shemhamforash!

• Artist:Behemoth
• Album:Evangelion