Before My Altar - Insision

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!