Lletres: Behemoth. Christians to the Lions.

Behold bastard son
I am the evil one
No glory to be reached
No more thy slavery

The passions I besieged
Spawn terror smash thy will
Ye pale dominion fades away
My will dominates

And watch my star arise
Burning up the earth
Sun, the eye of Gods
Threw into the space

Watch ye moon eclipse
Falling from thy grace
Watch all nation's cry
All feared of his name

Praise the flame
Watch angels falling
From the skies
Praise the flame

Praise the flame
I killed thy God
My will is done
Thou art Lord

Rise me, rise me high
Lead through the gates of sun
Rise me, rise me high
Where angels do not dare to fly

Invite to feast of Gods
And let me drift away
Leave flames of infamy
And watch me kiss the stars