Progeny - Celtic Frost

I am you

Stillborn

Into this state of being numb

I am the temple and the sacrifice

The shrine, entombed within lies all I am

And you, the womb from whence I came

I am you

If I am you, no life is sacred in my hands

If I am you, no love will prosper in this world

If I am you, I am the faith to end all faith

If I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves

I bring no God, no afterworld

I am no more than a lie

I live your life not for you

I am a throne made from dust

I bring no God, no afterworld

I am no more than a lie

I live your life not for you

I am a throne made from dust

If I am you, no life is sacred in my hands

If I am you, no love will prosper in this world

If I am you, I am the faith to end all faith

If I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves

If I am you, no life is sacred in my hands

If I am you, no love will prosper in this world

If I am you, I am the faith to end all faith

If I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves