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      Sticky white bile   Smeared and splattered   Around gray lipped mouths   Heavy death that rapidly decays      The rich and the poor      The rich and the poor   We are all the same in death   The unmistakable fragrance   Of rigid decomposition exacts no distinction