Pitch black autumn night
Moon she did not shine
Bestial wail stirred the still
Trees themselves did quake
Is this grove our grave?
Dim were those rising horns
His hand beckons from the distance
Dark ebony silhouette
What horror is this?
Black horned god he speaks:
“Not in Abyss, I lay in thy heart
Not but mere myth, my hooves not afar
I long to feast on the flesh of a man
Lust be not quenched, my jaws never rest
Take this cup of indignation
Cleanse thy weakness by my wrath
Sunken again, my eyes they burn red”
Sign of Baphomet exalted
Black horned god he hides again
Moon she did not shine
Bestial wail stirred the still
Trees themselves did quake
Is this grove our grave?
Dim were those rising horns
His hand beckons from the distance
Dark ebony silhouette
What horror is this?
Black horned god he speaks:
“Not in Abyss, I lay in thy heart
Not but mere myth, my hooves not afar
I long to feast on the flesh of a man
Lust be not quenched, my jaws never rest
Take this cup of indignation
Cleanse thy weakness by my wrath
Sunken again, my eyes they burn red”
Sign of Baphomet exalted
Black horned god he hides again
( Sorrow Enthroned )
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