Before my altar, the phallus God never had

our fallen angel, supposed dead?



Mankind so pitiful, still on our knees 

in this world of angels, Satan's supremacy.



Before my altar.

I am not the deceived.



Before my altar, the demon king, or a shape of him

I speak in silence, word so unreal

and this my journey, through out my catacombs

Echo's of former deities in shape of worms



Deceived? Not! Sanity is cloaked in madness

Conscious but still asleep, I'm drained.

Trapped in sustained animation

World of glass, shattered hope

some turn to their oppressors



I turn to my redeemer, I see the beauty of it all...



I-BE-LIVE!

I-BE-LIVE!

I-BE-LIVE!

I-BE-LIVE!



Formless in it's own existence

I face the darkness.



Before my altar, the phallus God never had

our fallen angel, supposed dead?

Mankind so pitiful, still on our knees 

In this world of angels, Satan's supremacy



I see the demons, beauty, redeemers

Guardians of the world between

Claws ripping through the atmosphere 

I'm not alone

Before my altar



Before my altar

Riddles unfold

I'm calm

so tired

so...



I-BE-LIVE!

I-BE-LIVE!

I-BE-LIVE!

I-BE-LIVE!