Bathory Incarnate Goddess Of Death Arises

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...