Born of the most evil breed, before cain, the original bad seed.
I am remorseless, usurper of the righteous.
What is it about man that draws him to the flame?
They see the gates of hell, but can't help but cross the plane into the realm where demons are made.
Once left alone, now i'm free to roam.
The orchestrator of a wicked song.
Buried it deep inside, war drums in the back of their minds.
Driving their influence, to give in to the violence.
How could they defeat what only feels like instinct?
Bow to my feet and turn your back on man.
Evolve from him into the beast, the king of deceit.
I am the focus in your hate, i am the rhythm to your rage.
In this symphony of life there is only death, and baphomet leads the band.
Now i guide the reaper's hand, upon earth we shall descend.
Virtue is dead, your soul wastes away.
I am complete.
Your choice is made, one with destroyer, a ruler enslaved.
And in the symphony of life there is only death, and baphomet leads the band.
There is only death.
March to the evil beat.
Holy light won't save me.
March to the evil beat.
Death of the lamb, reign of the beast.
Writer(s): Riley Gale, Marcus Johnson, Blake Ibanez
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