Hypocrisy - Althotas

Reality! My fault, as I cut you deep
My deacon knows as I cut you with this knive
The energy provided by the blood on the sacred knife that's in you
This sacrifice I give to you my lord, king of hell

There's no control, a bloody gore
Hanging from the ceiling, I cut wide open your body
I feel alive
Their fate they decide

I release avenge on your mankind
Love will float away, as I tear the body apart
Mental emotions never again