[Music: Asvargr, V Santura, Seraph, Lyrics: Morean]
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Surge, Baphomet!
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Born from shade and undead desire,
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In the glade, a secret fire...
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Hidden from time and sin,
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Ardent gods stir again,
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Surge, Baphomet!
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Grant me Anathema,
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Purge me, Baphomet!
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From worlds in denial!
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Through demise and desecration,
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In disguise, dwells the Lord of Ecstasy,
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Defies the lie, of divine castration,
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Claims his prize, the awoken few's apostasy...
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Intoxicate me with ambrosia,
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Thawed on mother nature's button,
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Legs of lust, moist and spread,
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Scythe of death, poised, agog.
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If the Why
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Rears his head,
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Let him die
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Like a dog.
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Surge, Baphomet!
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Grant me Anathema!
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Purge me, Baphomet,
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From worlds in denial...
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Expectorate me into infinity,
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I thirst for the obsidian venom,
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Of the boundless sea of space,
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"You summon me,
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In childish play and insect time,
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I am devoid of pain,
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But I can take you there
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And beyond, if this be your wish."
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"Come with me ... And I show you the glow of inverted stars,
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Come with me ... And burn in the furnace of inverted vision,
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Come with me ... And there will be no more Me for the You to follow,
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Come with me ... I am in awe of the extent of your ignorance,
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Come with me ..."
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"Since the dawn of guilt, my path has changed,
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Last of the Nephilim, I have lingered in the seclusion,
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Of wood and fear..."
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"Uncaring for your woe,
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For I am a god of pleasure,
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I will not shed a tear
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On your perished spirit,
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When you return."
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Baphomet
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Dark Fortress |