The Great

In a season of dead lustIn a season of agonyPain springs out for an aeon to ruleThe banes of our newfound gods have arrivedAs the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows[CHORUS:]The world is in shadows swept,and only Baphomet can still erectHis seed falls cold,for the world is now far too oldYes, our towers must fall,and with them we allThese concentrationcamps are silent unto earsIn neonlights they hide unseenWe know not the name of he who has comeBut his day is the night, and darkness his lightAs the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows[CHORUS:]The world is in shadows swept,and only Baphomet can still erectHis seed falls cold,for the world is now far too oldYes, our towers must fall,and with them we allIn the corner darkness moves for meThe scourge that will alter eternity into daysThe suicide-culture below wants my painOnly to them something will remainAs the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belowsThe lover of Tiamat is not dead,in secret striving for new ways of killing himselfAnd by the Ancients curse our blood will soon do Kingus deedWe'll never reach too high[CHORUS:]The world is in shadows swept,and only Baphomet can still erectHis seed falls cold,for the world is now far too oldYes, our towers must fall,and with them we allIn a collection of absolute nothingness is where to set a new breed,unknowing of that we still bleedDead but dreaming we wait for pains aeon again...In their veins...