Vaultwraith - Abess Antichrist

Living while suffocated, I have no freedom
And moments of pleasure are very seldom
We bow at paintings of worshipped saints
But the Lord is what breeds all this hate
The white cloth of innocence
Stained with his evil intent
And as not to be vanquished
He spreads the anguish
Toward the Christian disease
Disguised as one from the nunnery
Infiltrate their house of God
Through their own holy facade

He shows them visions of their own torture
What might have been for them all
Trapped in this prison, no matter how much they pray
Punished like the angels which fall
Day and night, I fantasize of sin
As I'm held hostage in this cold, dark den
I want to be evil, I want to be free
I want the Devil to live in me
I summon Satan to make you see...

I look into the field of sheep
Glorified by the Lord
Inside this convent the Devil sleeps
He has been here before
The white cloth of innocence
Stained with his evil intent
Why can't they see,
Their lives of hypocrisy?
Plagued with Christian disease
I awaken the Devil from his sleep...