Teksty:
Baphomet The Dead Shall Inherit

A hard life has twisted a fascination in my mind it's hard to understand but the only one I could find to release me of stress of yverybody life to rip

Conjour the vision or twisted remains and the great empires have all fallen to rulns As I crawl through the remaine slabs of unburn and entralls of

Through deviant eyes do I see lives of pain and misery break free from the norm see through the deceit Blinded throughout life incomprehencible strife

Christ The suffering and misery that I endure to harbor thoughts so brizzare beyond impure Mother, I'm here to do all the things that you long for

felt was not of the innocent but of the guilty ones this pease of horror and etarnal suffering built for reprisal against the vile I cant wait until I'm dead

my veins No sane thoughts remain Happiness is now devoured Hatred leaves my brain, scared Emotions ripping through my head I'd often wished I was dead