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 it's 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 (*##$ of darkness
Furious riding !@^%

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!