Behemoth - Lam [Live] Lyrics
Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spiritsPlastic crosses choke perspiring necksMAAT, I cast dices but curtain of future is still hermetic closedRise, rise up, my Soror and you, my Father, highTowards the stars when the white fireWhich purifies and melts all false sacramentAshes power equal thousands sunsMystery's structures are like chaos of knownObjectivism is subjective mandala of realityFractals, flaming spaces consume ego's orderKaos Keraunos KybernetosLamipsosIllumination in the face of thousand facesGnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self knowingWhen thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious seaI swim, float, drift, scream, "Aiwasss"And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats