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- - - RAISING BAPHOMET - - -

Light the torches around pagan coffers
Coins of blackened silver tumble in His name
The cost of a worthless soul in the burning flame
Adorned in sabbatical robes before the flock
The short hand ticks, surely, on the thirteenth hour
As the unholy host gathers inside the tower

I can smell the scent of virgin flesh
Offered as sacrifice, a sacrament
To our Lord, Baphomet

Chant his name in reverence, the image of the goat
The wisdom and the beauty of fallen stars
Place His kiss upon the skull just to leave a scar
Vermin and serpent children outside the candles
Poison the candies as senator fucks entice
The monsters to come out to play in plays, suffice

I can taste the tang of tainted flesh
Offered as sacrifice, a sacrament
To our Lord, Baphomet

Stepping through the mist
The triptychon in the mirror
Twisting as words persist
A rumor of a rumor
Started with a Templar's tongue
Grew just like tumor
In tombs where legends hung

How can it be sacrilege when
Baphomet is my Lord and maker
A rebirth dredged through sin
Lo, behold the world shaker
I offer up my life and soul
Here, upon this altar, I repent
To resent all false deities
I will bleed unto my soul is spent

(c) 2015 Frank Green