Paroles de 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