Confessions Of A Heretic: The Sacred And The Profane: Behemoth And Beyond

by Adam Nergal Darski

We lived in one room, but we spent our time beside each other, not with each other—there is a distinction.

There are still people alive who survived death camps. Cruelty, however, has been inside us since the very beginning. A hundred, two hundred, a thousand years ago … and it will still be there in the next thousand years. The only thing that changes is the actual technology of murder—the ways of causing death and pain. This is what history tells us about humans, and that’s what Auschwitz told me.

I said to him, ‘Piotrek, burn that place down!’ He just smiled and said, ‘You can’t burn ashes.’

It’s a strange country. You can go to jail for drinking beer on the street, but yet everyone carries a weapon.

Some people even iron their socks. There are people who have lost their minds.

You threw darts at your real brother. I throw insults at these ones. That’s what it’s all about. A friend is someone who you can always count on, for better or worse. You can have different relations with your brothers. Sometimes you can be friends, but sometimes they’re like a splinter in your ass. That’s the same way with a band.

If I pass up on exercising, or party a little bit, I tighten the screw again afterwards. I don’t even need anybody to force me. I just look in the mirror and see that I have gained a little weight. Then there is no mercy.