Texty: Baphomet. Terror.

Blinded by your human ways
you've brought about the world's decay
peasants now to live in fear
the human race shell disappear
twisted thoughts to save the day
you've bestowed on us the age of plague

Could you conselve all of my mind's pain
come with me through my eyes you'll
see pain you may never know
but in whitch your kids will grow

As they grown in the chess
and burning remaine
what will you tell them
about humanity's defeat