WANDER (Spectrum)
The ships that wander the world
The storms that pockmark the bows
Imploded submarines forever tortured
Skulls of the rich on the sea floor
Baphomet stands on the rocky shore
His breasts round and firm
Her testicles smooth plums
Dissolves the chains and garments
Coagulates the altar of sacrifice
Holds triumphantly aloft the ritual knife.
Written to Satan is Real by Kreator
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