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RISE OV BAPHOMET
Nigh, the dead heart lingers
Purging winds ov scorn in the chasm
Thy awakening, eclipse the sun
That fiends pour out from the hole
Hark! Mortified landscape, Discordia
Wilting in the shadow ov the serpent
Draining the very nectar ov the earth
Let us drink ov the cup ov heresy
Black eucharisteo, harvest despoiled
All rotten tongues speak my name
In shapeless flames, in miasma risen
And from abyssal womb, I rise
Baphomet
Nigh, the great paranoia
Infected word, salacious creed
With horns, pierce through the dawn
The great ascension, thy kingdom come
Hark! Hemisphere ov wings unchained
In weary mind these blooded hooves crush
Skull ov torment with gaze to disgrace
Unfolding the scripture ov the end
From rivers ov purgatory, soul-fed
And the broken seals lay smudged
Sole architect ov come jaded years
When night is now the only day
Baphomet
Nigh the severed faith
Pulsing darkness through webbed vein
The scourge ov Eden, reptilian
The cowering sheep, thy word is written
In the bleakest light there is warming darkness
Primeval and cruel, yet truest nature
Necromanteion, the triste ov angels
On shores ov Babylon, arrived thee
Five pointed aura in flaying reality
Scar upon the merciful intent ov god
And my all somnambulist dead becometh
Not the first, nor the last empire wasted
Baphomet
Nigh eradication
Spurned moon falling from space
Thy kin revived through gate transgressed
Portrait ov thy glorious reign
Harlot of the goat sculpt womb for thee
To love ov evil and meld with ghost ov time
Engulfed like ages in sedimentary weight
Buried corpse ov divinity, encumbered
Golgotha, pile ov excrement
As the cosmic light, in distance, grows
Bask in thy glorious new world
And the damned that heaven mourns
Baphomet
Published 5th Oct 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
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