Teksty: Baphomet. The Age Of Plague.

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 this curious and instrusive creature
I stop to think
humanity so powerful and
yet not able to keep itself alive

Could you concelve all of my mind's pain
come with me through my eyes you'll
see pain you may never know
but in which your kids will grow