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[00:00.150]Baphomet
[00:31.350]I am hostage to your presence
[00:32.670]Captive to your words
[00:33.240]'I can hear you calling
[00:33.720]I can hear you calling me
[00:34.590]I can hear you calling
[00:37.620]I can hear you calling me'
[00:38.220]Baphomet how do you touch me
[00:46.320]When you are not here
[00:48.210]'Look through my eyes
[00:51.270]See through my eyes'
[00:56.280]I can hear you calling'
[00:58.140]The chatter of the Caco daimones
[01:17.370]And hooves apon flagstones
[02:06.030]Resound in darkness
[02:06.570]'I take that which tempts'
[02:06.960]Clutch your rosary
[02:19.980]All sense of reason lost
[02:41.550]Clutch your crucifix
[02:44.130]Crucifix
[02:44.520]I call to thee exalted Goat
[02:45.540]Vivid and vital
[02:48.270]I find myself enmeshed
[02:48.840]Hearken and remember
[02:49.440]Me
[02:49.560]Reverenced by templars
[03:53.160]Worshipped by men
[03:53.910]Baphomet
[03:56.970]Breathing dark one
[03:57.570]Breathing next to me
[03:58.110]Ever expected but never coming
[04:21.600]My silent vespers in darkness
[04:33.540]Shadow of fate
[04:41.190]Look through my eyes
[04:57.000]See through my eyes
[04:57.480]One could lose a lifetime
[04:58.020]Praying in isolation hidden
[05:35.670]From the nature of chaos
[05:52.740]The beauty of its patterns
[05:54.120]Beguiles
[05:54.210]Like a falling trail
[05:57.540]Of cold semen
[05:58.290]Apon her face and breasts
[05:59.040]Between the legs
[06:10.050]Hair shorn to sensitise
[06:14.370]'Death is no prison to me '

文本歌词

Baphomet
I am hostage to your presence
Captive to your words
'I can hear you calling
I can hear you calling me
I can hear you calling
I can hear you calling me'
Baphomet how do you touch me
When you are not here
'Look through my eyes
See through my eyes'
I can hear you calling'
The chatter of the Caco daimones
And hooves apon flagstones
Resound in darkness
'I take that which tempts'
Clutch your rosary
All sense of reason lost
Clutch your crucifix
Crucifix
I call to thee exalted Goat
Vivid and vital
I find myself enmeshed
Hearken and remember
Me
Reverenced by templars
Worshipped by men
Baphomet
Breathing dark one
Breathing next to me
Ever expected but never coming
My silent vespers in darkness
Shadow of fate
Look through my eyes
See through my eyes
One could lose a lifetime
Praying in isolation hidden
From the nature of chaos
The beauty of its patterns
Beguiles
Like a falling trail
Of cold semen
Apon her face and breasts
Between the legs
Hair shorn to sensitise
'Death is no prison to me '
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