Sacrilege (On the Left Hand Path)

I am sacrilege I am Satans' hand On the left hand path In the hands of man I am sacrilege I am Satans' hand On the left hand path In the hands of man I am sacrilege I am Satans' hand On the left hand path In the hands of man Days die at the hands of the night And so too does the holy man's light False seers eye blight to the plight Thwarting gods work by snuffing out the light Shadows where there is nothing to cast them Worthless dribble from the preachers you imbibe Cowardice in the hearts of the masses They say god sees everything Well so do I