Behemoth - Chant for ezxhaton 2000

Fly, fly high my Black Eagle Let golden thread bind our eyes May our minds and hearts blood unite On your wings carry me over the abyss Beyond The Reason and across the burning seas Then, with your claw tear the earth to the halves And usher me into the secrets of her bowels Down to the light of the beginning and the end which shimmers Circle! Round and round my Black Eagle Let our senses be touched by ultimate pleasure May the passion of hunting become all - devouring Slash! Slash with your beak Remove all gods from my way, and thoughts, and sorrows And let me trespass the barriers of fear Scream! Let the whole cosmos tremble May echoes become my the sweetest mantra Spirit of Freedom! Eternal Wanderer! Joyfull Solitude! Higher and higher towards the stars of Awareness Let worlds of imagination and fact become one I'm you and you are me