Footsteps Resound In An Empty Chapel

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 distinction