Behemoth

Flames reflects in my eyes
The wildness and hate are born
I draw the magic signs in the air
The pride, act of holy bastards burnt
Here's no more place for them
There's no day, only the moon and the night
I turn into ashes all the holyness
I destroy the altars of contempt with my sword
Then I hide in a blackrain, naked trees
The depths of the forests are my home
As the wolf I appear this night
As the wild dog I'm howling with lust for blood and hunger
I'm the warrior of the night obsessed by hell
Bringing hate, pain and desire
I observe the blackwitches of beauty