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- - - O, BAPHOMET - - -
She prowls outside of the circle of candles
A wraith of wrath shifting as if she is mist
The godless has been appointed to commune
With dire graveyard bliss, tortured gargoyles kiss
She prowls like a beast on course to consume
Obsidian eyes reflect oblivion
Beyond the twisted gates of Midian
I call to one of my own
Upon our path of damnation cries
The monsters rise!
The full moon casts an eerie light through boughs
She whispers in a more wicked tongue than most
Upon my spine creeps a feeling, a shiver
When the most hellish hosts and specters and ghosts
Seduce the shadows in the fork of dread rivers
O, Baphomet
Grant me thy wisdom
On this darkest ov days
Before the bleakest sun
Reaches its zenith
Elysium desires insidious
Sunrises eclipsing cruel vermillion
Heaven holds a bated breath
Down the river of Stygian cries
The monsters rise!
Necromancy weaves betwixt her fingertips
Dancing to the music of sick detuned moons
The creatures of the night sing her melody
As harbingers of doom, fallen angels swoon
‘Fore crumbling steps of the enemy
Celebrations becoming devastation
The gates for our tribulations
Choirs of demons unite
Destruction reigns down with crimson cries
The monsters rise!
O, Baphomet
Grant me thy wisdom
On this darkest ov days
Before the bleakest sun
Reaches its zenith
i fail to see
an end to the road
that’s just begun
but once again
i still believe
i hate
i hate
the sun
I
Yes, I
Hate
The sun
O, Baphomet
Grant me thy wisdom
On this darkest ov days
Before the bleakest sun
Reaches its zenith
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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