Before My Altar Lyrics
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 himI speak in silence, word so unrealand this my journey, through out my catacombsEcho's of former deities in shape of wormsDeceived? Not! Sanity is cloaked in madnessConscious but still asleep, I'm drained.Trapped in sustained animationWorld of glass, shattered hopesome turn to their oppressorsI 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 existenceI face the darkness.Before my altar, the phallus God never hadour fallen angel, supposed dead?Mankind so pitiful, still on our knees In this world of angels, Satan's supremacyI see the demons, beauty, redeemersGuardians of the world betweenClaws ripping through the atmosphere I'm not aloneBefore my altarBefore my altarRiddles unfoldI'm calmso tiredso...I-BE-LIVE!I-BE-LIVE!I-BE-LIVE!I-BE-LIVE!
Insision Before My Altar
