(He Is) The Antichrist

Time is nigh, the torch is lit Spat out of the fiery pit An ancient evil on the rise Invoking its power through a child's eyes Conceived in the city of Rome It found its way into the Thorns' home He is the Antichrist! The hour draws near, the essence of fear Waiting to be unleashed All hail the Antichrist! Beelzebub's spawn, Damien's born Robert Thorn is on his trail Uncovering the unholy grail Empowered by the forces that be Damien will send Brennan to the cemetery Next in line is Baby-snatchin'-Bob It'll take a cop to do the job He is the Antichrist! The hour draws near, the essence of fear Waiting to be unleashed All hail the Antichrist! Beelzebub's spawn, Damien's coming home The mark of the beast upon his head Try to stop him and you'll sure as hell be dead A battle fought since days of old To be decided but already foretold Father Brennan and Mr Thorn Will wish they never, ever had been born He is the Antichrist! The hour draws near, the essence of fear Waiting to be unleashed All hail the Antichrist! Sanguis bibimus, corpus edimus All hail the Antichrist! What have you done, Beelzebub's son? Damien is done