Horns of Baphomet - Studio

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 upon the flagstones resound in darkness

I take that which tempts
All sense of reason lost
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

Death is no prison to me