The Great Necropolis / Baphomet Erected

In a season of dead lust

In a season of agony

Pain springs out for an aeon to rule

The banes of our newfound gods have arrived

As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows

The world is in shadows swept,

and only Baphomet can still erect

His seed falls cold,

for the world is now far too old

Yes, our towers must fall,

and with them we all

These concentrationcamps are silent unto ears

In neonlights they hide unseen

We know not the name of he who has come

But his day is the night, and darkness his light

As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows

The world is in shadows swept,

and only Baphomet can still erect

His seed falls cold,

for the world is now far too old

Yes, our towers must fall,

and with them we all

In the corner darkness moves for me

The scourge that will alter eternity into days

The suicide-culture below wants my pain

Only to them something will remain

As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows

The lover of Tiamat is not dead,

in secret striving for new ways of killing himself

And by the Ancients curse our blood will soon do Kingus deed

We'll never reach too high

The world is in shadows swept,

and only Baphomet can still erect

His seed falls cold,

for the world is now far too old

Yes, our towers must fall,

and with them we all

In a collection of absolute nothingness is where to set a new breed,

unknowing of that we still bleed

Dead but dreaming we wait for pains aeon again...

In their veins...