In the Garden of Dispersion - Behemoth
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 plunged in i'ts deep
And in plaintive 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
Tyhoon's feast
Typhon's feast
And the night came moonless
But yet ye light appear'd
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 plungedin i'ts deep
And in plaintiv waterfall depths
