Surge, Baphomet! Born from shade and undead desire In the glade, a secret fire Hidden from time and sin Ardent gods stir again Surge, Baphomet! Grant me Anathema Purge me, Baphomet! From worlds in denial! Through demise and desecration In disguise, dwells the Lord of Ecstasy Defies the lie, of divine castration Claims his prize, the awoken fews apostasy Intoxicate me with ambrosia Thawed on mother natures button Legs of lust, moist and spread Scythe of death, poised, agog If the Why Rears his head Let him die Like a dog Surge, Baphomet! Grant me Anathema! Purge me, Baphomet From worlds in denial Expectorate me into infinity I thirst for the obsidian venom Of the boundless sea of space You summon me In childish play and insect time I am devoid of pain But I can take you there And beyond, if this be your wish. Come with me and I show you the glow of inverted stars Come with me and burn in the furnace of inverted vision Come with me and there will be no more Me for the You to follow Come with me, I am in awe of the extent of your ignorance Come with me Come with me Come with me Since the dawn of guilt, my path has changed Last of the Nephilim, I have lingered in the seclusion Of wood and fear Uncaring for your woe For I am a god of pleasure I will not shed a tear On your perished spirit When you return.
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