In Thy Pandemaeternum Behemoth

Father, art thou blind and deaf?
Old man, decrepit and hideous
Hidden in woods of madness and anxiety
I am the beast, thou the refugium of love
Whereas your love as a cockroach
Under my own boot

I am the gehenna of humanity
Whereas thou art me mercy
And what shalt thou need it for
If the world shall fall asleep under my wings anyway
I am the blood from thy limbs, thou art the wisdom
Is it a great one, yes, vain fools do beliefe in it
They still go up in flames in anyway

Father, art thou blind and deaf?
Old man

Devils tongue is the tongue of fire
Yes, the same that burneth thine houses
Consumeth light and thy sheep damned
And even their wool is shaddy, and the meat poisonous
Not for the hungry dogs at my table
I shall destroy everything, or not
I shalt throw it to vultures to devour
Let them feast, let them feast