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"God is absence. God is the solitude of man." [Jean-Paul Sartre]

Inflict the seed ov Eve upon me

The heritage ov Cain can't be undone

'tis my rejection! 'tis my denial!

That stirs with repulsive mortifications

They attempted to deprive me from my odium ov chaos

They threw my wretched body into rivers ov purgatory

For such is a consequence ov my angelic nature

Abortion ov god in my leprous womb

Soiled with the miasma ov the bleakest hemisphere

The formless fires ov Amenti unfold

Not nearly as frenzy as discordia that breeds within

Not nearly as frenzy as disorder that I bring

Universe is drained

So is my heart...

...this earth grew weary and dull

Is it the renaissance ov my rigid existence?

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Behemoth – He Who Breeds Pestilence testo e traduzione (al clic) in italiano