Visions from the altar Break through the soul, See through the eyes of the owner Young flesh of the victim. Destroy the house of Christ, Disobey his master. Another victim in the throes of dying. Head cut off, Juice shot up to the heavens, bloody priest Dying in pain With his mouth wide open. Reclines in the grave, If you bask in the urine, That your boss gives vent to your face. And you hear the call of the abyss pagan destroyer Destroyed your race. Last legend Drawn to you. Look into his eyes ...