Baphomet

Across the sky
Soaring high on flight,
The creature's cries
Roar into the night.

With scaled wings
And a crown of thorns,
The Deity
Doesn't feel remorse.

Abundant strength,
And it eats pain, of course;
So with your head
Will be it's bed, adorned.

Baphomet, rapid death,
Rape and pillage the land;
Have their head, leave them dead,
Lead me with Satan's hand.

Bring your bows, bring your knives,
Bring your axe and your wit,
Bring your torch, and of course,
Don't leave your crucifix.

Bring your priest, bring your saints,
All the help you can get,
You'll need it, I'm afraid,
For facing Baphomet.

Burning world, over turned,
Building charcoal-esque lives,
Learning furled, yearning curled,
Bent on bending your mind.

Baphomet, rapid death,
Rape and pillage the land;
Have their head, leave them dead,
Lead me with Satan's hand.

Bring your bows, bring your knives,
Bring your axe and your wit,
Bring your torch, and of course,
Don't leave your crucifix.

Bring your priest, bring your saints,
All the help you can get,
You'll need it, I'm afraid,
For facing Baphomet.

Scrape the remnants of their memories,
Rape the tenants of society,
Change the balance of the almighty,
Save yourself for what you just might be.