Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

...From The Pagan Vastlands [Demo]

oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory return to me 
receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune 
and wrath will born inside you 
stronger than sounds of bells 
primeval instincts will wake 
pagan brothers of our blood 
professing to the majesty of horned evil 


the war we'll begin 
will be the final fall of god's flock 
we'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore 
we'll praise the name of the highest 
what's you fallen god for us 
he had leaded people to eternal slavery 
his angels falling into night like dead swans 
to rise never again 


pagan around the wooden symbols 
transmitting the power from hands to hands 
blood for god of gods, king of kings 
unholy master