"Antichrist" lyrics

Perversion is dripping from the maws of hounds
The trees are bending, bowing, turned towards the ground
Devoid of Lord, inconceivable purity

Ah, I can smell Him in the air
I know His name from late-night whispers
He sings to me through the trees in innumerable voices
As we march towards the emptiness above the sun

The deer, necks twisted, antlers rooted to the soil
Denying any and all aethereal presence
The virgin, ancient air, it's like breathing in glass

Godless rapture here
Only small fractions of light
The darkness comes early here
He rides its coat-tails

Ah, I can smell Him in the air
I hear from late-night whispers
He sings to me through the trees in innumerable voices
As we march towards the emptiness above the sun

The truth wails to us from this place, howling from the shadows
Ancient tongues channeled through the baying of wolves
Through exploration, you will find that the depravity knows no bounds
While sifting through the nourished ashes of your hate
The Antichrist is fucking born

Our true father, nature is His church
My body aches from the echoes of His bellow
Through the lips of a black hole
If not torn apart, you will find yourself here

I can smell Him in the air
I know His name from late-night whispers
He sings to me through the trees in innumerable voices
As we march toward the emptiness above the sun

The truth wails to us from this place, howling from the shadows
Ancient tongues channeled through the baying of wolves
Through exploration, you will find that the depravity knows no bounds
While sifting through the nourished ashes of your hate
The Antichrist is fucking born