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!