Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Pandemonic Incantations

Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows 
Something that recalls the grave 
Hides in the hellish depths and awaits 
When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet 
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness 
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out" 
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body 
No matter it poisons and causes death 
The past is like an eternal funeral 
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell 
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear 
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations 
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land 
And its taste and coldness I remember 
Bare-foot digging my own pit 
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged 
But was the sandto become my salvation 
Or worms the people on the court of light 
The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old 
Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova 
I killed mercy, spotting on the laws of god 
I celebrated the birth of power 
I fall in love with freedom and the beast 
And I spat out the Antichrist from my morbid womb 
In order to give life to alvine grain 
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destruction 
I envisaged myself as a great magician 
Althought they called armageddon the whore 
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world 
The past only sometimes is like the sind 
That we grave-digger throws in your eyes.