Footsteps Resound In An Empty Chapel Lyrics - Singles - Akercocke

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 

Sticky white bile 

Smeared and splattered 

Around gray lipped mouths 

Heavy death that rapidly decays 

The rich and the poor 

The rich and the poor 

We are all the same in death 

The unmistakable fragrance 

Of rigid decomposition exacts no distinction