The Dying God

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Baphomet is a deity allegedly worshipped by the Knights Templar that subsequently became incorporated into various occult and Western esoteric traditions. The name Baphomet appeared in trial transcripts for the Inquisition of the Knights Templar starting in 1307. It first came into popular English usage in the 19th century during debate and speculation on the reasons for the suppression of the Templar order. Baphomet is a symbol of balance in various occult and mystical traditions, the origin of which some occultists have attempted to link with the Gnostics and Templars, although occasionally purported to be a deity or a demon. Since 1856 the name Baphomet has been associated with the "Sabbatic Goat" image drawn by Éliphas Lévi, composed of binary elements re… more »

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For this weary world 
I'm crying 
And I wait for all sins to proceed 
In melancholy 
I'm dangling 
Face down from the ill fated tree 

Watching helpless 
The slow trickling sands of time 
Forsaken 
For you, my daughter, I cry 
 
I'm bound in silence 
And wait here since two thousand years 
For my return 
For I'm the Dying God 
My child is lost 
I am the Dying God 

Left to rot 
By the ones who tied me to this pole 
Altered 
To a man without reach for his goal 
There's just Death 
I'll be no longer reborn 
My horns 
Were twisted to a mere crown of thorns 

Watch me hanging 
My sunset lasts two thousand years 
There's no return 
I am the Dying God 

My sweet child 
Hidden 'neath a holy shroud 
Now see what they have done to me 
Castrated 
There's no use for virility 
I'm dying 
Alone 
In this aftermath of sin 
Shadows, enshroud me 
I'll be some undead deity 
A Death Cult emerging 
To drool over my dead body 
And banish 
The merry Gods 
To the Hells they made up just for them! 

Unlock the gates to chaos spheres 
And throw away the key 
You will not miss the sun that shone 
For light you cannot see 
Climb the steps to power and greed 
Forget the one who bore 
The fragile form that you've once been 
And scorn her as immoral whore 

Now this weary world 
Is dying 
And I mourn it to happen 'round me 
Can no longer cry 
My tears all dried 
And my eyes no longer will see 

I'm dangling from the hanging tree 
And watch the brooding sky 
The sun that rose one billion times 
Tomorrow it will die 
I am the God whose time had passed 
Two thousand years ago 
I'll meet my death, my final fate 
To feed the worms below

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