There's no joy in what I see Looking at my own reflection All I see is a miserable soul Breathing hate and pain The curse that boils my hopes Misanthropic recognition Of a life devoted to Him Bleeding to reach katharsis
Injecting... My heart with reaping plague With reverence I kneel At the altar of the beast Injecting... My heart with reaping plague In servitude I'm sworn At the altar of the beast
Every night and every dawn As I reach for Him with horns Unholy knell tolling for the entrance Reaching for my own inevitable doom I can taste the bitterness of agony Feeling more than usual gain I'm alive in the scars of humanity I have the knowledge of the key
I'm a servant of the Lord HIm of pestilence and wrath Lord of storms, of vengeance My Soul for His victoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
