| Song | Lam |
| Artist | Behemoth |
| Album | Evangelia Heretika - The New Gospel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
| Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits | |
| Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks | |
| MAAT - I cast dices, but curtain of future is still hermetic closed | |
| Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my Father - | |
| High! Towards the stars when the white fire | |
| Which purifies and melts all false sacrament | |
| Ashes' power equal thousands suns | |
| Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known | |
| Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality | |
| Fractals - flaming spaces consume ego's order | |
| Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos | |
| Lamipsos | |
| Illumination in the face of thousand faces | |
| Gnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self - knowing | |
| When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious sea | |
| I swim, float, drift, scream... "Aiwasss" | |
| And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats | |
| L.V.X. |
| zuo qu : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
| Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits | |
| Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks | |
| MAAT I cast dices, but curtain of future is still hermetic closed | |
| Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my Father | |
| High! Towards the stars when the white fire | |
| Which purifies and melts all false sacrament | |
| Ashes' power equal thousands suns | |
| Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known | |
| Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality | |
| Fractals flaming spaces consume ego' s order | |
| Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos | |
| Lamipsos | |
| Illumination in the face of thousand faces | |
| Gnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self knowing | |
| When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious sea | |
| I swim, float, drift, scream... " Aiwasss" | |
| And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats | |
| L. V. X. |
| zuò qǔ : Azarewicz, Behemoth, Nergal | |
| Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits | |
| Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks | |
| MAAT I cast dices, but curtain of future is still hermetic closed | |
| Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my Father | |
| High! Towards the stars when the white fire | |
| Which purifies and melts all false sacrament | |
| Ashes' power equal thousands suns | |
| Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known | |
| Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality | |
| Fractals flaming spaces consume ego' s order | |
| Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos | |
| Lamipsos | |
| Illumination in the face of thousand faces | |
| Gnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self knowing | |
| When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious sea | |
| I swim, float, drift, scream... " Aiwasss" | |
| And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats | |
| L. V. X. |