Akercocke
Antichrist
1. Black Messiah
You fucking cocks!
You worthless motherfuckers!
I hope you fucking die!
You...
You piece of fucking shit!
You fucking cocks!
You fucking worthless piece of shit!
You suck!
You're a cunt!
A fucking cunt!
2. Summon The Antichrist
Master, take wing over the desert
And parched land
Master, the art of suffering
A divine dance
Summon The Master...
Mouth incendiary evocation
Black flame engulfs
Filth and maggots of humanity
Hair burning, faces melt
Summon!
Master!
The inexhaustible beauty
The incomparable gift
Satan has made to the human race
In his only child
Antichrist
[Solo Wilcock]
Mouth incendiary evocation
Black flame engulfs
Filth and maggots of humanity
Hair burning, faces melt
Obscene ritual
Totems sacrosanct
Divine Baphomet
Worship the Goatlord
Divine Lucifer
Worship the Goatlord
Swarming, the spirits of the pit
Infernal, arise from the abyss
Absonant, within the pentagram
Ritually summon the Antichrist
The wings of The Master...
3. Axiom
Believe in what you can see
Believe in what you can feel
Reveal yourself unto me
Show yourself unto me
Believe in what you know
Believe in what you can touch
Legs agape
Stretching slow
Show yourself unto me
The soft wet kisses
To the mouth of the vagina
Taste exquisite to me
"I believe that when I die I shall rot
and nothing of my ego shall survive"
(Bertrand Russell)
The glabrous beauty
Once the blood dries on the contract
All debts must be paid
Once the blood dries on the contract
You can never go back
All debts must be paid
We form an unmoving tableau
Of adorer and adored
Unsure briefly which is me
Every thought I ever had
Dissolves into nothing
[Solo Wilcock]
When you take me in your mouth
Staring into my eyes
Stretched skin
Mesmerising
All debts must be paid
4. The Promise
Draw near - partake of this altar
For you are fairer in beauty
Than other daughters of man
Recognise and embrace
This glorious proclamation
Of eternal damnation
Place all your faith in sex and death
Rather than the wisdom of the divine
Have no pity for those
Mired in the prophet delusion
Content to be servile for a lifetime
It's better to be king for a day
Your passing will leave
Scant trace in history
Wiped from memory
Like forgotten dream
Like sand slipping through fingers...
5. My Apterous Angel
If I couldn't see before
I see quite clearly now
This world opens up to me
Wretched and insincere
Further regressing
Into the arms of the delusional
Traditions, religions
Of perpetual mendacity
In deference to
A non-existent God
Souls hesitant and full of fear
A death culture
Dead culture
Sacrament of Holy Orders
Of infamous artifice
The testament of Man
Meeting his monsters
Should we choose to listen
Should we choose to see
Adding clarity and focus
(of) what you are
What you want to be
The subtle distinction
Between human and inhuman
And if couldn't see before
I see quite clearly now
I see quite clearly now
Should we choose to listen
Should we choose to see
[Solo Wilcock]
[Solo Mendonca]
6. Distant Fires Reflect The Eyes Of Satan
7. Man Without Faith Or Trust
Walking on water
Water into wine
Fear is the opiate that inspires
Clotted screams to scab
Never ceasing repeating
Silence words of righteousness
Fill the angels mouth
The angels mouth.....
Fuck the mouth
[Solo Mendonca]
Immerse the soul in oblivion
An abyss of hallucinations
With time standing still
Standing still
Waiting patiently
Waiting patiently
Under a Judas goatskin
Waiting patiently
To catch the life you throw away
With time standing still
Observe chaos in action
Confront the real and ideal
[Solo Wilcock]
8. The Dark Inside
Drink the blood
Shadows cast
Formless flesh
Your disguise
Divine Hell
Ritual
Crush your shape
Unholy dance
The captive angel
Flailing still
Inside the dark
The dark inside
Taste of the necrotic cadaver
See the blood
Obscene prayer
Intoxicate
Seraph pure
Evil Sublime
Agony
Purified by
My perversion
The captive angel
Flailing still
Inside the dark
The dark inside
Taste of the necrotic cadaver
A perfect suggestion
You understand despite
The words you can really hear
My carnal intention
Unfolds before your very eyes
The night is cold and clear
I cast my gaze to see
Your voice is warm and near
But it means nothing to me
Sea breeze turns to gale
It's harder now to see
Your words are like a veil
Hours drip by
Time burning
Your wine spills from
The glass you barely hold
Disrobing
Sublimely
Reaching down to claim the prize
The night is cold and clear
I cast my gaze to see
Your voice is warm and near
But it means nothing to me
Sea breeze turns to gale
It's harder now to see
Your words are like a veil
But they mean nothing at all
Breathing
Scratching
From the inside
Untouchable
Unreachable
Uncertainty
[Solo Mendonca]
The night is no disguise
The darkness is a mirror
I was feeling blind
Everything seemed new to me
You made up my mind
Lies were really truth you see
9. Footsteps Resound In An Empty Chapel
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
[Solo Wilcock]
Sticky white bile
Smeared and splattered
Around grey lipped mouths
Heavy death that rapidly decays
The rich and the poor
We are all the same in death
The unmistakable fragrance
Of rigid decomposition
Exacts no distinction
10. Epode
Thinking of words
To describe you
No one can know
How much I trust you
Calling Satan
Master of dark deeds
Discarding the mask
Riddled with shame
I'm taking the task
Worthy to your name
Now I request you
To follow my every move
The more I take from you
The stranger I become
Satan
Master...
11. Chapel Of Ghouls
Ghouls attack the church
Crush the holy priest
Turning the cross towards hell
Writhe in [sings "with"] Satan's flames
Crush the priest
The feeble church
Dead - your god is dead
Fools - your god is dead
Useless prayers of lies
Behold Satan's rise
Crush the priest
The feeble church
The family of dog
Lust upon my altar
Demons attack with hate
Satan in the fires of hell awaits
Death against you all
God hear my death call
[long Chorus]
12. Leprosy
Bodies deformed way beyond belief
Cast out from their concerned society
Flesh contorting day after day
Freak of the dark world is what the people say
Their lives decay before their eyes
There is no hope of cure
Among their own kind they live
A life that's so obscure
First an arm and then a leg
Deterioration grows
Rotting while they breathe - Death comes slow
Leprosy will take control and bring you to your death
No chance of a normal life to live just like the rest
Leprosy will spread with time, your body soon to change
Appearance becomes hideous a sight too much to take
Tuberculoid the most severe
Decay of the nerves comes fast
Sense of feeling soon to be gone
Life will never last
No hope of recovery after the nerves are eaten away
Damage is done you feel no more pain
Bones decay deterioration grows
Origin of this horrid disease nobody knows
Their lives decay before their eyes
There is no hope of cure
Among their own kind they live
A life that's so obscure
First an arm and then a leg
Deterioration grows
Rotting while they breathe - Death comes slow
Leprosy will take control and bring you to your death
No chance of a normal life to live just like the rest
Leprosy will spread with time, your body soon to change
Appearance becomes hideous a sight too much to take
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