Suburban Anti-Christ - Turbonegro

I’ve waited for worlds to die without you

And I will wait no more

Heaping virgins around me I summon the Oberammergau

The hell-mouth

And I command this maw

To split

And Moloch spit

This cumbersome concept that men call the beast

I desire its head on my wall

My brothers require a feast

Oberammergau

Black Pope now!

The Anti-Christ

Spawn of Satan, the Anti-Christ

Or maybe it’s nothing at all

Lost prophecy of the peasant whore

So much lost

So much forgotten

So what…

I choose to be a blasphemer

To bring your kind to heel

Bring forth the beast and cleave him with my steel

Your gilded domes mask perversions

Your mildewed tomes beg for inversion

Black Pope, the hell-mouth spoke

To me it’s all the same

Religion is for the weak

A haven for the lame

I WILL CRUSH YOUR ANTI-CHRIST

KILL HIM AND HIS KIND

CRUCIFY THE CRIPPLED

THE DEVIL IS A LIE

Awake, awake, deep Thanetos!

The sea becomes the sky

Dividing with the Sword of Khoz

To purge the Oberammergau

Chronicles defame me Chemicals inflame me I was born to rule your world

And none shall ever tame me