Baphomet
Hypocrites and liars
what fools we all are
to be stone throwers
while in glass towers
Skeletal frames
and nameless forms
Hell is only for those
who have lost their way
strum the echoes
of all before
let looses the cannons
prepare for war
blood on blood
a crimson tale
all is over
with the dead ones wail
cry for the forgotten
cry some more
yell for your hero
and ring the tolls
hammer the sorrows
judge all no more
acid taste
and dry flesh
the war has come
as Baphomet stands
hand held high
to guide the souls
of the fallen whores
angels don't care
of the mortal world
When Baphomet stands
there is no more
what fools we all are
to be stone throwers
while in glass towers
Skeletal frames
and nameless forms
Hell is only for those
who have lost their way
strum the echoes
of all before
let looses the cannons
prepare for war
blood on blood
a crimson tale
all is over
with the dead ones wail
cry for the forgotten
cry some more
yell for your hero
and ring the tolls
hammer the sorrows
judge all no more
acid taste
and dry flesh
the war has come
as Baphomet stands
hand held high
to guide the souls
of the fallen whores
angels don't care
of the mortal world
When Baphomet stands
there is no more
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