The Vertigo Soul
Born of years of abuse
And torturous dreams
Drown in visions of blood
And cacophonous screams
Hide in perilous night
Their thoughts unaware
Lured through these haunted halls
Benighted by fear
The dead are willing
To share their abode
The burning eyes of Baphomet
Bewitch the vertigo soul
Voices once ebullient
Now forever mute
Screams of the innocent
Mouths filled with dirt
Divesting your old self
Lost in a new name
Hands practiced in murder
Touching the black flame
Voices once ebullient
Now forever mute
Screams of the innocent
Mouths filled with dirt
Divesting your old self
Lost in a new name
Hands practiced in murder
Touching the black flame
Laugh and mock them to scorn
Their piteous cries
Ghastly, like relics displayed
In your secret shrine
The dead are willing
To share their abode
The burning eyes of Baphomet
Bewitch the vertigo soul
