Baphomet
I am hostage to your presence
captive to your words 

[Sister Serena:]
'I can hear you calling
I can hear you calling me
I can hear you calling
I can hear you calling me'
Baphomet how do you touch me
when you are not here 

[Sister Serena:]
'Look through my eyes
see through my eyes'
I can hear you calling'
The chatter of the Caco-daimones
and hooves apon flagstones
resound in darkness 

[Sister Serena:]
'I take that which tempts'
(clutch your rosary)
all sense of reason lost
(clutch your [bad word]  [bad word] I call to thee exalted Goat
Vivid and vital
I find myself enmeshed
Hearken and remember...
...me...
reverenced by templars
worshipped by men
Baphomet
breathing, dark one
breathing next to me
ever expected, but [bad word] My silent vespers in darkness
Shadow of fate 

Look through my eyes
See through my eyes
One could lose a lifetime
praying in isolation, Hidden
from the nature of chaos
The beauty of its patterns
beguiles
Like a falling trail
of cold [bad word] apon her face and [bad word] Between the legs
hair shorn to sensitise 

[Sister Serena:]
'Death is no prison to me...'