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...