Born from shade 
And undead desire 
In the glade 
secret fire 

Hidden from 
Time and sin 
Ardent gods 
Stir again 

Surge, Baphomet 
Graint me Anathema 
Purge me, Bephomet 
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 few's apostasy 

Intoxicate me with ambrosia 
Thawed on mother nature's 

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 
Graint me Anathema 
Purge me, Bephomet 
From worlds in denial 

Expectorate me into infinity 
I thirst for the obsidian venom 
of the boundless sea of apce 

"You summon me 
In childish play and insert time 
I am devoid of pain 
But I can take you there and 
Beyound, if this be your wish  [bad word] with me 
And I show you the glow of 
inverted stars [bad word] with me 
And burn in the furnace 
of inverted vision  [bad word] with me 
And there will be no more me for 
the you to follow [bad word] with me 
I am in awe of the extent of your 
ignorance  [bad word] 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 pleaseure 
I will not shed a tear 
On your perished spirit 
When you return.