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The Nameless OneStanding on the Hill between the crossing windsWhere frozen time silences ancient realms Shadow silhouettes crawling around Driving my mind into beginning of the time There is no turbid lies of the morbid preachers There is no prophets of the blind enslaved spawn The touch of their memories so gentle and real Transforming my mind yearning to become Staring through flames, into the dark No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands Something I can't understand The final stage of my being Twisting... shattering No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands Walking up through ethereal lands In the temple of the baphomet I will lay my head Revel in the suffering of the Christians The sword in my hands, war in my head You will never understand The only way of my being Maiming you... suffering No flesh on my bones, no blood in my hands Walking up through ethereal lands In the temple of the baphomet I will lay my head |