Letra de 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