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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
