Hear me The Antichrist is coming He who opened his mouth in blasphemy Against god and his tabernacle And those that dwell in the heavens
He denies the Father and the Son He refutes that Jesus is the Christ
And it was given unto him To make war with the saints And to overcome them all Power was given over All kindreds and tongues and nations...
I am an idea - I exist Live and breathe - I am real
Call it a moment of inspiration That allowed my existence I am a raw and terrible God I am Antichrist
[Solo Wilcock]
Sticky white bile Smeared and splattered Around grey lipped mouths Heavy death that rapidly decays
The rich and the poor We are all the same in death The unmistakable fragrance Of rigid decomposition Exacts no distinctionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
