Vexilla Regis Prodeunt Inferni by Akercocke

“Baphomet I am hostage to your presence captive to your words ‘I can hear you calling I can hear you calling me I can hear you calling I can hear you calling me’. Baphomet how do you touch me when you are not here? ‘Look through my eyes see through my eyes I can hear you calling’ …

The chatter of the Caco-daimones and hooves upon flagstones resound in darkness — ‘I take that which tempts’ … (clutch your rosary) … all sense of reason lost (clutch your crucifix) Crucifix I call to thee exalted Goat Vivid and vital I find myself enmeshed Hearken and remember me — reverenced by templars worshipped by men Baphomet breathing, dark one. 

Breathing next to me ever expected, but never coming My silent vespers in the darkness Shadows of fate Look through my eyes See through my eyes One could lose a lifetime praying in isolation, Hidden from the nature of chaos The beauty of its patterns beguiles Like a falling trail of cold semen upon her face and breasts Between the legs hair shorn to sensitise — ‘Death is no prison to me,’ …”