What is this, that I feel Who’s that person, lain next to me. Who’s that mortal, cold and grim left in the shadows, by life itself.
Liberated by darkness, a cosmic ride bond to the horns, by the cardinal sin. The mark of the beast, shall be enforced, by great legions, and death patrols.
(x2) As grey shadows passes by, fragile windows in the sky.
All flesh shall come To appear in a non existence form.
Antichrist is back, to gain his power, willing to conquer, a senseless earth. It’s a killer out there, doomed to hate.
Who’s that person, lain next to me. Who’s that mortal, cold and grim left in the shadows, by me.