Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Satanica

O, ye whose future is in other hands! 
Foul feeders! Slipped, are ye on you excrement? 
Parasites! Having the world lousy, 
Imagine ye are of significance to Heaven 
I, who enjoy my body 
[I] would rather pack with wolves 
than enter your pest - houses 


Sensation... Nutrition... Mastication... Procreation...! 
This is your blind - worm cycle 
Know ye of nothing further than your own stench? 
Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe 


The sword - trust - not salve - I bring! 


Honest was Sodom! 
Your theology is a slime - pit of gibberish become ethics 
In your world, where ignorance and deceit constitute felicity 
Everything ends miserably - 
- besmirched with fratricidal blood.