A beast, procreation of the darkness, he is doom’s son, he is false prophet. A native of sin, who own truly devil attractiveness and charisma. And hanging in air smell of death, of blackcurrant, of amber, of bitterness and of scarlet poppy. And ground was shrouded in cold frost, and heaven was opened up, watering soil with hot purple blood.
Moreover, impeccable, majestic and imperious he came in wide open door to reveal himself to the world. He is gorgeous, likewise velvet ruby rose, on which petals icy exhausted dew.
There is hoarfrost and leaf litter around and everywhere, and there is no one flower more captivating and deadly. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He is refined in his own manners such as stateliness, his speech, gestures, and walking - exquisite aristocracy seduces, by invoking disturbing ecstasy, lust, brining you into frenzy. He is polite and clever, graceful, his stupefying fiery gaze languish poisonous calm, and his inaccessibility entice you, hurts with sparks of delight. His face features as if was carved by sculpture, they are so perfect to disgrace, and his lips whisper, pet as if a honey.
His voice is like sly pleasure. His whole image is perfect, and face is enchanting. He is truly the serpent tempter, he hypnotize, he is illusion, sweet fantasy, distant inaccessible dream….. Phantom enjoyment and suicide poison. And song I lied from angel’s lips and his will is condescended to the suffering. And he seduces souls, deceiving by his smirk, so turn inside out, who catches his eye and they come to fall into sin, filling inferno by torments and cries of despair and way to garden of Eden would be closed for them. It is his concept. And his name is Antichrist.