Текст песни
From the nature of chaos, i am hostage to your presence
When you are not here, all sense of reason lost
Resound in darkness, shadow of fate, worshipped by men
The chatter of the caco-daimones, the beauty of its patterns, worshipped by men
I can hear you calling, all sense of reason lost
The chatter of the caco-daimones, one could lose a lifetime Baphomet, apon her face and breasts
The chatter of the caco-daimones, see through my eyes, i find myself enmeshed
I am hostage to your presence, captive to your words
The beauty of its patterns, i can hear you calling
vivid and vital
Ever expected, see through my eyes
The chatter of the caco-daimones, of cold semen (Studio), i can hear you calling
And hooves apon flagstones, hair shorn to sensitise Akercocke, i find myself enmeshed
I can hear you calling me, captive to your words, but never coming
Resound in darkness, of cold semen
captive to your words
Praying in isolation, death is no prison to me
See through my eyes, see through my eyes
I can hear you calling, death is no prison to me Baphomet, i call to thee exalted goat
when you are not here
All sense of reason lost, i can hear you calling, all sense of reason lost
Vivid and vital, shadow of fate
I can hear you calling, see through my eyes
Like a falling trail, captive to your words
hearken and remember
i call to thee exalted goat
look through my eyes
Shadow of fate, breathing next to me
I can hear you calling, captive to your words Akercocke, when you are not here
I can hear you calling, i can hear you calling me, like a falling trail
I take that which tempts, all sense of reason lost
look through my eyes
When you are not here, between the legs, look through my eyes
and hooves apon flagstones
like a falling trail
I can hear you calling, captive to your words Baphomet, i can hear you calling
Praying in isolation, but never coming, look through my eyes
Look through my eyes, i call to thee exalted goat, i take that which tempts
i can hear you calling
hair shorn to sensitise
hearken and remember
Ever expected, like a falling trail
I can hear you calling me, worshipped by men of, shadow of fate
I can hear you calling me, the chatter of the caco-daimones, one could lose a lifetime
look through my eyes
And hooves apon flagstones, breathing next to me
i can hear you calling me
But never coming, when you are not here
Death is no prison to me, worshipped by men, the beauty of its patterns
and hooves apon flagstones
One could lose a lifetime, ever expected
when you are not here
i find myself enmeshed
I am hostage to your presence, clutch your rosary
I can hear you calling, hearken and remember
between the legs