Birth of the Antichrist

Eternal opposer in the flesh

Threescore six (burned) in my chest,

Pour the whine of thy limbs

O Scarlet concubine

The final victory will be thine

A god of war and revenge

Comes to settle the scores

Shores will be washed in blood,

The blood of the saints to be spilled

Their pious heads cut off

In defiance to be thrown away

Ten... Horns... Rise!.. Ten... Horns... Rise!

The horns rising

Ten horned beast arise,

Volcanic eruption of all sin

Seven heads they scream out hell

In eternal lust

Morbid abomination once bred in

The waste of Sodom

Now finally unleashed

From the shackles of the dog

Bow (your head) to the seven crowns

In awe of its magnificence

Revering the majestic splendour

Of indulgent revelry

All foulness cast into the desert

Is bound to return

The apocalypse has begun

And the demiurg will succumb

Ten... Horns... Rise!.. Ten... Horns... Rise!

Ten horns rising!

Black chaos spewing forth

The second coming is now

The heavens coming down

Lycanthropic Antichrist

Infernal destroyer of gods

Consumes the lysergic bride

Black bitch of darkness

Furious riding whore

Mounts the beast with horns

Lycanthropic Antichrist

Baptism in lunar blood,

The god of eternal war

I tear out the eyes of Jesus

As he hangs upon the cross

I blind the face of Mohammed

And throw his body to the boards,

My claws rip to shreds

The believers of all feeble creeds

I spit on your holy books

And your priest hangs from the trees

This is the twilight of your idols,

Spiritual genocide

In crowleyite excess I consume

Strange drugs and wine

The awakening of the anarch,

Expression in terror and steel

I rush with surging strength

Into the torrent of wills

Lycanthropic Antichrist

Baptism in lunar blood

The god of eternal war

Ten... Horns... Rise!.. Ten... Horns... Rise!

Ten horns rising!