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! Lilith, 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 malodorous 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...