Awaiting the Antichrist

Waiting and watching, waiting for the day to dawn, The day I wait for will soon come and be gone, I sit in a recliner, cigarette in hand, Going to say goodbye to God's green land, I await the antichrist, with urgency and glee, Call me sick or whatever, I may be no one else than he, Awaiting the antichrist, the end of it all, How I longed for the day I would see it all fall, Godless am I, this we all know true, Won't make a difference to me, we've all got to die too, The day draws closer, closer it draws, When the antichrist will unsheath his claws, When you all pray then hear his voice echo through the trees, I'll die with the devil horns up than be on my knees, Awaiting the antichrist, I can hardly wait, The day he comes, it will be too late.