Baphomet he, the Templar God,

                             Has led them to this land of Nod,

                             And here he gives them sanctity,

                             And from their souls he sets them free.

                            And of that sacred Holy Grail,

                            Did sword and sorcery prevail?

                            At least until this very day,

                            They follow still the left hand way,

                            They bless this land with curses old,

                             And speak of one who was foretold.

                             When final rituals are played,

                              No love within shall be displayed,

                              For with the Beast no more we’ll see,

                             Of common law nor decency.

                             For now the hour is at hand,

                             As Temples fall across this land,

                             Too late to turn away at last-

                             The future’s firmly in the past…