[Intro: Eerie organ and ritual chants, building to thunderous drums] Baphomet calls... the altar awaits... [Verse 1: Rasping growls over slashing riffs] In candlelit crypts where shadows conspire, The coven gathers 'round the pyre, A bleating beast, horns crowned in night, Bound for the blade in hellfire's light. Its eyes reflect the abyss we crave, Black heart pulsing in the devil's nave, Priests in robes of flayed human skin, Invoke the goat to absolve our sin. [Pre-Chorus: Gothic clean vocals rising to shrieks] The circle drawn in virgin's blood... The rite begins! [Chorus: Explosive symphonic blasts, choirs chanting "Sacrifice!"] Goat of the abyss, spill thy gore! Offered to the throne forevermore! Satan's lamb on marble cold, In the mass where damned souls are sold! Horns anoint the chalice deep, Drink the ichor, eternal sleep! [Verse 2: Frenzied double-kicks, venomous screams] The athame gleams, throat slit wide, Crimson fountain, the altar dyed, Entrails uncoil like serpents' spite, Fortune's read in the steaming rite. We feast on flesh, profane the host, Baphomet rises from the goat's ghost, Virgins scream as shadows breed, The sabbath sealed in sacrificial need. [Pre-Chorus: Clean vocals with orchestral swell] The veil is torn, the prince descends... Chaos reigns! [Chorus: Massive layered screams and symphonics] Goat of the abyss, spill thy gore! Offered to the throne forevermore! Satan's lamb on marble cold, In the mass where damned souls are sold! Horns anoint the chalice deep, Drink the ichor, eternal sleep! [Bridge: Slow, doomy breakdown with ritual bells and whispers building to chaos] [Whispers] Azazel... Pan... the beast divine... Its death our power, the stars align. No god shall save from this profane feast, The goat ascends, unleashing the beast! [Rising roars] BLEED FOR THE DARK ONE! [Guitar Solo: Blazing neoclassical fury over blast beats] [Final Chorus: Apocalyptic full-band assault, fading into chants] Goat of the abyss, spill thy gore! (Spill!) Offered to the throne forevermore! (Rise!) Satan's lamb on marble cold, In the mass where damned souls are sold! Horns anoint the chalice deep, Drink the ichor... eternal... SLEEP! [Outro: Fading ritual chants and goat bleats echoing into void] The mass eternal... Baphomet lives...
