You built me up with your wishing hell   I didn't have to sell you   You threw your money in the pissing well   You do just what they tell you   Repent, that's what I'm talking about   I shed the skin to feed the fake   Repent, that's what I'm talking about   Whose mistake am I anyway?   Cut the head off   Grows back hard   I am the hydra   Now you'll see your star   Prick your finger it is done   The moon has now eclipsed the sun   The angel has spread his wings   The time has come for bitter things   Prick your finger it is done   The moon has now eclipsed the sun   The angel has spread his wings   The time has come for bitter things   The time has come it is quite clear   Our Antichrist    Is almost here...   It is done