Altar Of Vanity

I. Inceptus

Instrumental

II. Vampirism

A victim of a vile creature
Spawned to devour the lives of men

Chasing mammon
But in him she will find no peace
Her sole purpose, to amass
Worship at the altar of vanity

A prodigy of usury
The lives of others
Are but playthings in her eyes
No sympathy for them or anyone
She will suck them dry

Her beauty is only a mask
Hiding the vileness underneath
She kills and moves on again

Again

You think that you will find happiness
In riches, in glory
Only to be left with nothing
In the end

Slowly the world will see
As your facade crumbles away
The pathetic being you are

Caring not for anyone
But yourself
A pitiful existence

You are a monster without emotion
A parasitic entity
With vain intent

The sun's dim light shines through
That hole in your chest
Where a heart was supposed to be
Wasted flesh