In a lonely room, the silence stays,
Dark thoughts whisper, lost in a haze.
A shadow stirs—a twisted sight,
Baphomet steps into the light.
"Anima vestra," his voice so low,
"Give me your soul, and peace you'll know."
His hollow eyes, they pull me in,
A promise made, a deadly sin.
I took his hand, believed the lie,
But all I found was an empty sky.
Chains unseen, yet bound so tight,
Trapped between the dark and light.
My screams dissolve, my voice is gone,
I fade into the endless dawn.