Текст песни Behemoth - Demigod

Behold! children ov Cain
All beings not ov reptilian form
Be upon them!
Spare none! mercy cast aside!
Those who feareth not my sacred blade
Shall be blessed

Repent not!
Thou art man
God is no more
Rise now above the weakness ov flesh
Come forth! join ye the arsenals ov blasphemy
Follow the One
Who spurred Roman warring legions

Rise up! o power from sea below all seas
Sirius! Draconis!
Awake from everlasting dream!
Spirits ov abomination
Formless Thou hath appeared before me
I am before all things

Chthonic gods! those from beyond the stars
Commander ov hosts devour the flesh ov man
May their weapons melt like wax
May their tongues be torn apart
May Apophis grind their bones
May their ashes be scattered all around ...

Hear me! o vermin!
How couldst Thou fall so low?
Redemption thru denial
Restriction becomes a sin
Mankind! so pure ...
Castrate Thy impotent god
Vomit forth the blasphemy
And forever shalt Thee win

--THE TRANSLATION--
& Quot; The demigod & quot;

Children traitors sees!
Do not grovel before those
Who cringes shape and being a sycophant!
And do not spare anyone!
Pity lupite on the head!
Who is not afraid to cut yourself sim sanctified blade -
With them my grace,
They do not forget to pay tribute ...
Compassion creeping away!
Husband. God is no more.
Become above flesh unlucky:
Use your passion is not to the detriment,
But the benefit of themselves. Forward!
Armed with blasphemy,
For He-Who-Rose-And-Leads
Legions of heroes - follows
Ethereal army pursuing.
... Words to God's ears: & quot; Sduysya! .. & Quot;
Sea backing,
Marine Power
Rises from the waves.
SIRIUS! THE DRAGON!
Wake up from eternal sleep!
Miasma times soaring into the sky,
You amorphous, even me
(I had to start things)
Managed to jump on, she-she!
Chthonic gods!
On the outskirts of the dim suns
You vegetate post ...
But the young stars so much!
With the team luminaries
Human tear crust.
Let their weapons melt like wax
Let tongues torn to shreds,
Let them Apophis grind all the bones,
Shatter their ashes ash scum ...
Right Way! Be afraid of me, the scoundrels!
As you may have come to this?
Salvation through renunciation!
How perfect ...
... Humanely!
As a purely human race ...!
Stigma limitations,
I say organic.
Emasculated god
I castrate without flinching.
Victory
After tasting,
Izvergnuv blasphemy portends
Fulfill my will.