كلمات Baphomet's Snikes

Let me Be procreated together with you Let me Be born from your uterus Let me Be fed milk of lions Let me Raise wings and see you A night A secretive face A monastery of resurrection You are changing a shape of being Let me I'll wear you a coat of fire Let me That a fire of lavas will christen you Let me Lead you an avenue of deity Let me Evaporate to a reality of dream A night A dusk has compressed From an abyss of my soul You are creeping on the world Apartments of a hunger Heads are your food They whisper in a trance A content of holly psalms On a bottom of a cellar of hell Full of Baphomet's Snikes