Sylvatica - Sect of Sleep

The Catholic Church has throughout the ages
Had dreams of this day when they slept at night
They kept a prisoner with many faces
The corporeal embodiment of the Antichrist

In a cylinder they locked him away
But he whispered to those outside
And finally found the fitting host
The one who was able to turn the tide

In their dreams they all see
The threat, the rise of Antichrist
If they let him escape
There will be no hope for us
They must put him away
To the place from where he came
Find his host, put her away
And close the dimensional gate

The girl had powers unknown to man
And was the one who could open the portal
The gate to the realm of anti-matter
When opened the world would shatter

She opened the gate, but got pushed inside
Got sealed away by the sect that night
The anti-God silenced, the world was free
And then he woke up from his horrible dream

In their dreams they all see
The threat, the rise of Antichrist
If they let him escape
There will be no hope for us
They must put him away
To the place from where he came
Find his host, put her away
And close the dimensional gate