Texty: Baphomet. Valley Of The Dead.

I have walked through the valley of the death
I have feld the cold grip of death
being beckoned towards the dark
in the velley there is no light

I heve tasted
the pain and suffering
of the unborn child
and desease ridden flesh
the slaughtered and unwanted
crying out in torment

Their cries and anguish scare my soul
a dream or is it death I do not know

I thaught I vas sefe from the pain
but the suffering stil remains
put into a macabre life past
eternal molestation is where I'm cast

The pain and suffering of whitch I have felt
was not of the innocent but of the guilty ones
this pease of horror
and etarnal suffering
built for reprisal
against the vile

I cant wait until I'm dead