Dark Fortress

Born from shade
And undead desire
In the glade
A secret fire
Hidden from
Time and sin
Ardent gods
Stir again
Surge, Baphomet
Graint me Anathema
Purge me, Bephomet
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 apostasy
Intoxicate me with ambrosia
Thawed on mother nature's
Legs of lust
Moist and spread
Scythe of death
Poised, agog
If the Why
Rears his head
Let him die
Like a dog
Surge, Baphomet
Graint me Anathema