Baphomet: The desert glows, but howling winds Announce the night when our feast begins Stars shine above, their gently light Hangs like a cloak on the moonless night I watch my children reap the fruit Of sensuality, sweet and lewd Call my temtation incarnate The Goat of Mendes, Baphomet Hide from the storm that blows from the west Freezing the hearts in our bare breasts Behind a crimson cross they rode To drown in blood my sunburnt abode Jaques de Molay: To the land where the crescent stains the sky We ride forth to bring salvation and the Light We're the knights of God, Christianity in mind For Jesu' blood the plague of Heathendom we fight For our king, for our liege On fortress walls, we lay siege For king Philippe and pope Clement We purge beliefs, unpure and wrong Baphomet: My children slain without defense Blood senseless soaks the desert sands Butchered in the name of the holy light Which seems to me as dark as night Knights of the bloodstained Cross Gaze upon the mindless carnage caused Call me 'Devil' or 'Great Beast' But I'm more human than your Christ at least! Jaques: A goat haunts my darkest dreams And speaks of pleasure never seen God, I can resist no more Temptation of sin I can't endure Baphomet: Deny the cross of agony and pain And be enthralled by my pleasure-filled domain Lay down your coat of abstinence Feel ecstasy and indulgence! Jaques: Our false god had been finally put aside Darkness fell wherein we had discovered light Now we dwell in luxury never seen Rememberance erased of what we once had been Baphomet, lustrous Lord We're the knights of the Goat Indulge in sins never thought And spit upon the sign of God Baphomet: Don't speak of Light where Darkness looms Black turns to White neath the twin moons! I'm the One who'd ever been And I will rule eternally I'm the hermaphrodite goat Warlocks' and witches' overlord Jaques: To thy mighty oath we're sworn And deny the loathsome virginborn We reject humility And embrace the light of heresy! The worldly powers: I am the king installed upon the wordly throne And I am the pope, as heir to Jesus Christ I'm born Together we succumb to envy, fear and greed And reap the harvest of the foul heretic's seed Perish in flames for the blasphemy you'd done Your ashes in the four winds will be strewn Nothing remains of you and your unholy halls But for your gold which shall adorn our palace walls The Pagan heirs: We are heirs to what the Church wanted to erase Upright and proud we laugh into your weak god's face Light becomes Darkness and Dark gives birth to Light Templars we are and we won't give up the fight!