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