Mother Of Abominations

With the serpents flame within
Pure in spirit under the nightsky of pan
Babalon mother of abominations
Hear us calleth thee

Eleven in numbers under nine moons
Indulge us with thy presence
Let us drink from thy cup
And taste the blood of saints

Babalon incarnate with red fiery hair
Resembling solar flares
Spit out into the vast void of space
We lust for thee and call thy name
Pass through the veils
Manifest...
Manifest...
Manifest!

With the serpents flame within
Pure in spirit under the nightsky of pan
Babalon mother of abominations
Hear us calleth thee

Eleven in numbers under nine moons
Indulge us with thy presence
Let us drink from thy cup
And taste the blood of saints

The climax of our union
My tongue consecrate this ritual
Your love drain us of our blood and semen
Smeared upon your vessel
Intoxicate us with the wine of your fornication