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In the world of chaos and false god

Next antichrist will appear

Given birth but not created

He will be equal to his father

You will be bear from blood and pain

The shout will be your first word

The fear will be first what you feel

I am your god, I am your creator

I give you the life and I can give the death

I gave you the free will

I am your god, I am your creator

The wicked whisper in your mind

Tells the words of curse

You're born to suffer

You're born to die

the Tormentor'll never let you go

your pain is to sweet to him

Don't call the death

She doesn't want you

Untill you belong to him

When he abandon yoi

This shall be the end of life

This shan't be the end of suffering

In the circle of pain you'll exist forever

Because you're a man, you're only a piece of dust

The next god you'll become

Next god for your son

The hatred for your heart

The ignorance for your mind

The loss for your soul

These are my gifts for my son