Antechrist

I bear the soul of Satan

I wear the seal of death

I hold the keys to destiny

Steal your dying breath

Your breath

Your breath

Your breath

Staring death in the face

King of inhuman race

Lightning sets the pace

Antechrist

There is no sweet salvation

Your soul belongs to me

A screaming pain for redemption

My angels watch you bleed

You bleed

You bleed

You bleed

We sell you pain and anger

And thrive on sex and lies

I summon storms to please me

And you beg to the skies

The skies

The skies

The skies