Besedila: Behemoth. The Apostasy. Libertheme.

In my church of disbelief
It canst get no better
When days turn from black to gray

In church of indifference
So innocent in their guilt
Perfect in their imperfection
Let my children play

In my church of liberation
When doubts and fears wither away
I stand alone versus the world

In the church of man
Where God is trapped in human flesh
I never pray

In church of pain
I spoil none but myself
Yet my monologue's unheard

In my church of hope
Yearning for thy sweet embrace
The waters of Styx, I have crossed
In this church of sulfur rain
Flaming mouth of Sheol

In my church of broken word
It's so little that I ask
The brightest of the days
The darkest of the nights

What once was, I wish no longer be
Fear of separation is no more
One cosmic breath, the whole eternity
Unbroken flow of awareness conquers entropy

The voyager, bathed in Venusian rays
Let them shine through me
Split the seas, awake inner divinity
The flame of awareness comes to my eyes