At the Altar of the Beast - Sargeist, Horned Almighty

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 victory