Antichrist Flesh Songtext
von Nordjevel

A stone beacon
Old frozen fields
The legends exhale
The wolf never yields
Through the veil of whispers where all wickedness stir
Inner worlds returning from a putrid hollow blur

Beyond the endless isthmus of soul shards
Purged from the valley of white flesh
Becoming ashen aura
Antibody, the order of death
Death sabbath, silver scythes
Unholy presence in flesh


Becoming antichrist flesh
Wormwood, stone beacon
Doom tempest, stellar wrath
No slaking this doctrine of death

Antichrist entity, antichrist flesh
Eternal, immortal
Become the fire in me

Antichrist entity, antichrist flesh
Eternal, immortal
Become the fire in me

Stretching on forever onwards upon howling northern winds
Out from this timeless maze, scaling mountains of nails
Transition transcriptions upon the cold bones
In hexagramic sigils to the devil′s own tones

Spitting pandemonium death psalms
In vile concentric bands of flames
Becoming stone beacon
Wormwood, antichrist flesh
Becoming antichrist flesh