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