Antichrist Flesh

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