Текст (слова) песни: Behemoth - In The Garden Of Dispersion
on ye hill where ye sun behind horizon hides there is nothing except our breaths and crux of events and some crux ov our hands
on ye hill where shadow wings fell wind rose ye to song and we plung`d in its deep and in plaitiv waterfall depths
evanescent recollection ov atavisms secret ov living in ye death posture and then... the ye seal in the garden ov dispersion closes ye mouth closes ye eyes closes ye ears
in fields ov eden under ye first tree`s rotting root there`s feast typhon`s feast and night came moonless but yet ye light appear`d - picture ov sigillic angels grafting in our holy body and mind
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