Dark Fortress Baphomet

Baphomet Surge, Baphomet Born from shade and undead desire, In the glade, a secret Hidden from time and sin, Ardent gods stir again, Surge, Baphomet Grant me Anathema, Purge me, Baphomet 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 Intoxicate me with ambrosia, Thawed on mother nature s button, Legs of lust, moist and spread, Scythe of death, poised, agog.