Standing on the Hill between the crossing winds
Where frozen time silences ancient realms
Shadow silhouettes crawling around
Driving my mind into beginning of the time
There is no turbid lies of the morbid preachers
There is no prophets of the blind enslaved spawn
The touch of their memories so gentle and real
Transforming my mind yearning to become
Staring through flames, into the dark
No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands
Something I can't understand
The final stage of my being
Twisting... shattering
No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands
Walking up through ethereal lands
In the temple of the baphomet
I will lay my head
Revel in the suffering of the Christians
The sword in my hands, war in my head
You will never understand
The only way of my being
Maiming you... suffering
No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands
Walking up through ethereal lands
In the temple of the baphomet
I will lay my head
Where frozen time silences ancient realms
Shadow silhouettes crawling around
Driving my mind into beginning of the time
There is no turbid lies of the morbid preachers
There is no prophets of the blind enslaved spawn
The touch of their memories so gentle and real
Transforming my mind yearning to become
Staring through flames, into the dark
No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands
Something I can't understand
The final stage of my being
Twisting... shattering
No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands
Walking up through ethereal lands
In the temple of the baphomet
I will lay my head
Revel in the suffering of the Christians
The sword in my hands, war in my head
You will never understand
The only way of my being
Maiming you... suffering
No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands
Walking up through ethereal lands
In the temple of the baphomet
I will lay my head