Bathory Incarnate Goddess Of Death Arises - Black Funeral

«Won't you look into my fog encased eyes, to be damned for all time!»

Baphomet incarnate, perceive my goddess being 77

you are all, fill thy bath with crimson

I entrance you as a silhouette on a bloodstained wall

to send thee visions of enrapture

allow my gloved hands to caress thy pale skin

before I defile thee and bathe in the force of life…

I shall send the opfer to a rancorous demise

and walk as a shadow in the black of night

for my will is of the Goddes of Death… Baphomet

Incarnate!

Lillith, thou have returned to flesh

thus have bred pure strength

let the angel’s wings be as their shrouds of death

and their smiles fade as though they were never…

Mastodonic forces summoned by chant and tetrahedron,

while the moon hangs low and red with a drop of blood

and the voice of command maldorous corpses rise to my

bidding to serve this malicious goddess of the black earth

Let their voices be screams…

behold Stregoica, she who bathes in blood…