In a season of dead lust

In a season of agony

Pain springs out for an aeon to rule

The banes of our newfound gods have arrived



As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows



[CHORUS:]

The world is in shadows swept,

and only Baphomet can still erect 

His seed falls cold,

for the world is now far too old 

Yes, our towers must fall,

and with them we all



These concentrationcamps are silent unto ears

In neonlights they hide unseen

We know not the name of he who has come

But his day is the night, and darkness his light



As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows



[CHORUS:]

The world is in shadows swept,

and only Baphomet can still erect

His seed falls cold,

for the world is now far too old

Yes, our towers must fall,

and with them we all



In the corner darkness moves for me

The scourge that will alter eternity into days

The suicide-culture below wants my pain

Only to them something will remain



As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows



The lover of Tiamat is not dead,

in secret striving for new ways of killing himself 

And by the Ancients curse our blood will soon do Kingus deed

We'll never reach too high



[CHORUS:]

The world is in shadows swept,

and only Baphomet can still erect

His seed falls cold,

for the world is now far too old

Yes, our towers must fall,

and with them we all



In a collection of absolute nothingness is where to set a new breed,

unknowing of that we still bleed

Dead but dreaming we wait for pains aeon again...

In their veins...