The Twin Of Icon

Future reserve us a blind horror's trap

We're feeling the smell of death

The guillotine will cut our heads

Science and Church united their stand

Possessed by evil want

Resurrection of the icon one. No...

Evil tests

Can raise the dead

Who can be the next?

Maybe your endless breath

They want a new kind of Christ

Science and Church gonna smile

The twin of God without sins

Madness guiding monstrosity

Prophecies foresee a new Antichrist

This icon can be a lie

Or perhaps now it's time

And the child will born and soon will roam

Masked and helpful will lie

On his head 666

Bow to him

Don't know what is

But soon you'll see

And finally the world goes bleed