Baphomet's Call - Behexen

Alone I walk under the freezing moon

The meaning of my life is broken

I wonder the insanity of mundane travelling

The knife of distress ripping my heart…

I want to die.

A shadow of fear descent upon me

I feel the burning hate inside

The master Satan has come forth for me…

I rise my glance and scream your name the mighty Lord Satan

I feel your hand as it touches my hair

You whisper the unknown languages to me

Your burning breath touches my face

You breed the darkest form of blasphemy… into my heart

Suddenly you’re gone

Again I hear the howling wind and dropping rain

You resurrected to me and showed the power of the throne of darkness

Proudly I continue my journey in the dark night

The black flame of Satan in my heart

The black flame… of Satan!