Blackvisions of the Almighty
Behemoth Lyrics
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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 holiness
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
protected with the shadow of my sword
they gave me the wisdom, fed with blasphemy
they assist in my every journey, my heart belongs to them
at midnight I call the winds of mayhem
the power of the horned evil protects me
I see how Jesus' tears mix with angel's blood
in my visions I observe...
how the skies turn to black, with the upcoming fire
I'm playing with the view of this night
I love the gloomy landscapes of my world
obsessed like an animal, old as the planet
I speak words of the ancient knowledge
I give you things, which in paradise
could be only a dream...
The lyrics of Behemoth's song Blackvisions of the Almighty describe the transformation of the singer as they abandon the holiness of religion and embrace the darkness of the natural world. The singer, filled with wildness and hate, draws magic signs in the air to burn down the pride of the holy bastards. The moon and the night become the only constants, and the singer destroys altars of contempt with their sword. They hide in the naked trees, a part of the depths of the forest, and turn into ashes all the holiness. The singer howls with lust for blood and hunger, appearing as a wolf or wild dog. They are the warrior of the night, bringing hate, pain, and desire while observing the black witches of beauty who have given them wisdom fed with blasphemy. Protected with the shadow of their sword, the singer continues on their journey, calling the winds of mayhem and calling upon the power of the horned evil. The singer observes in their visions how the upcoming fire turns the skies black, while playing with the view of this night.
The song is filled with dark and somewhat controversial themes that explore the singer's transition from religious beliefs to the natural world. The singer is filled with hatred for the religious institutions and feels empowered by the darkness of the forest. The song also explores the beauty in the darkness and how the singer sees the black witches as allies in their journey. Overall, the song represents the singer's newfound freedom from the shackles of religion and the power they feel in embracing the darkness.
Line by Line Meaning
flames reflect in my eyes
My eyes burn with flames, revealing the wildness and hate that exist within me
the wildness and hate are born
These flames give rise to my primal instincts and deep-seated anger
I draw the magic signs in the air
I use my occult powers to create mystical symbols in the atmosphere
the pride, act of holy bastards burnt
I take pleasure in destroying those who are falsely pious and full of themselves
here's no more place for them
I have no use for them and they no longer belong in my world
there's no day, only the moon and the night
I exist in a perpetual state of darkness and nocturnal activity
I turn into ashes all the holiness
I reduce all that is holy to ash through my destructive power
I destroy the altars of contempt with my sword
I use my weapon to tear down the symbols of those who despise me
then I hide in a blackrain, naked trees
I seek refuge in the darkness and shadow, becoming one with the barren landscape
the depths of the forests are my home
I find comfort and shelter in the eerie and murky depths of the woods
as the wolf I appear this night
I take on the form of a fierce and predatory beast
as the wild dog I'm howling with lust for blood and hunger
I let out a violent and primal cry, expressing my desire for blood and sustenance
I'm the warrior of the night obsessed by hell
I am an agent of darkness who is completely under the sway of evil
bringing hate, pain and desire
I spread feelings of animosity, anguish, and longing everywhere I go
I observe the blackwitches of beauty
I take note of the enchantresses who are both lovely and malevolent
protected with the shadow of my sword
I keep these women safe using my trusty blade as a shield
they gave me the wisdom, fed with blasphemy
These powerful beings have taught me their dark secrets through sacrilegious means
they assist in my every journey, my heart belongs to them
I am indebted to them and my loyalty lies with them always
at midnight I call the winds of mayhem
I summon tempestuous and disruptive energies at the darkest hour of night
the power of the horned evil protects me
I am shielded by the strength of a malevolent presence with horns
I see how Jesus' tears mix with angel's blood
I witness a divine figure's sorrowful tears blend with celestial beings' vital fluids
in my visions I observe...
In my altered state, I perceive...
how the skies turn to black, with the upcoming fire
I see the heavens grow dark and an impending conflagration approaching
I'm playing with the view of this night
I toy with the images and perceptions of this strange and mysterious evening
I love the gloomy landscapes of my world
I find great joy in the dark and grim surroundings I inhabit
obsessed like an animal, old as the planet
I am consumed by my desires like a creature and feel ancient beyond measure
I speak words of the ancient knowledge
I utter phrases that hold profound significance and are rooted in antiquity
I give you things, which in paradise could be only a dream...
I bestow gifts that would be impossible to obtain in a paradisiacal realm...
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