Behemoth Messe Noire
I believe in Satan, who rip heaven to knees.
And in the anti-christ, his feeling is begotten.
He is your future, imposters full to lie.
Boil in blood. Rain heart, love can't by.
I am not, sin, selfish lord,
o sinner.
So get your heart out and giants.
Blood blacks out pain.
Love sinner to me. creations.
Cause I begin in.. burn in rapture.
Became to love and part for love in a cemetery of discourse.
You're dying.
Who's to find the last prophet.
Death, love can Satan, coming to live.
Forget us worth it again.
Love and shatter every being worth without pain.
Pain me.
