Altars of our Black Cult lyrics

What is sacred in your mundane world For me the answer is clear All that is, all that is not Everything is cursed in this sphere The lingering shreds of arcane might Mindlessly seeking control Over streams of the original light The deceivers' glory to extol And your visions of the holy Are little more than the comfort of flesh Wrapped around your weakened soul Delusions of a true god suppressed The pathetic works of human hands Monuments symbolising materialist ignorance That perished before their era even began The dying hopes of a predestined clan What hope can man sustain An animal relying on mere instinct When no spiritual cnonections remain And the incarnate is crowned as king Stripped of hallowed attributes Submissive and weak as a result Leaving behind but carnal remains The altars of our profound black cult