[00:00.21]Baphomet I am hostage to your presence captive to your words [Sister Serena :] '
[00:32.97]I can hear you calling
[00:33.54]I can hear you calling me
[00:34.20]I can hear you calling
[00:34.62]I can hear you calling me'
[00:35.10]Baphomet how do you touch me when you are not here [Sister Serena :] '
[00:43.02]Look through my eyes see through my eyes'
[00:47.82]I can hear you calling'
[00:48.27]The chatter of the
[00:48.60]Caco-daimones and hooves apon flagstones resound in darkness [Sister Serena :] '
[00:59.19]I take that which tempts' (clutch your rosary) all sense of reason lost (clutch your crucifix)
[01:05.82]Crucifix I call to thee exalted
[01:18.57]Goat Vivid and vital
[02:47.25]I find myself enmeshed
[02:47.76]Hearken and remember... ...me... reverenced by templars worshipped by men
[02:49.26]Baphomet breathing, dark one breathing next to me ever expected, but never coming
[04:11.88]My silent vespers in darkness
[04:12.60]Shadow of fate [Solos- P.S., J.M., P.S., J.M.]
[04:21.84]Look through my eyes
[04:22.14]See through my eyes
[04:22.41]One could lose a lifetime praying in isolation,
[04:23.67]Hidden from the nature of chaos
[05:53.82]The beauty of its patterns beguiles
[05:54.57]Like a falling trail of cold semen apon her face and breasts
[06:59.04]Between the legs hair shorn to sensitise [Sister Serena :] '
[07:00.33]Death is no prison to me...'

Baphomet I am hostage to your presence captive to your words '
I can hear you calling
I can hear you calling me
I can hear you calling
I can hear you calling me'
Baphomet how do you touch me when you are not here '
Look through my eyes see through my eyes'
I can hear you calling'
The chatter of the
Caco-daimones and hooves apon flagstones resound in darkness '
I take that which tempts' (clutch your rosary) all sense of reason lost (clutch your crucifix)
Crucifix I call to thee exalted
Goat Vivid and vital
I find myself enmeshed
Hearken and remember... ...me... reverenced by templars worshipped by men
Baphomet breathing, dark one breathing next to me ever expected, but never coming
My silent vespers in darkness
Shadow of fate
Look through my eyes
See through my eyes
One could lose a lifetime praying in isolation,
Hidden from the nature of chaos
The beauty of its patterns beguiles
Like a falling trail of cold semen apon her face and breasts
Between the legs hair shorn to sensitise '
Death is no prison to me...'