Из альбома: Eidolon
Born from shade
And undead desire
In the glade
A 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
Come with me And I show you the glow of inverted stars
Come with me And burn in the furnace
of inverted vision
Come with me And there will be no more me for
the you to follow
Come with me I am in awe of the extent of your
ignorance
Come 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".