The Vertigo Soul - Sarcoptes

Born of years of abuse

And torturous dreams

Drown in visions of blood

And cacophonous screams

Hide in perilous night

Their thoughts unaware

Lured through these haunted halls

Benighted by fear

The dead are willing

To share their abode

The burning eyes of Baphomet

Bewitch the vertigo soul

Voices once ebullient

Now forever mute

Screams of the innocent

Mouths filled with dirt

Divesting your old self

Lost in a new name

Hands practiced in murder

Touching the black flame

Voices once ebullient

Now forever mute

Screams of the innocent

Mouths filled with dirt

Divesting your old self

Lost in a new name

Hands practiced in murder

Touching the black flame

Laugh and mock them to scorn

Their piteous cries

Ghastly, like relics displayed

In your secret shrine

The dead are willing

To share their abode

The burning eyes of Baphomet

Bewitch the vertigo soul