Once mighty knightly order blessed
Upon the holiest of quests
Good Christian soldiers fell from grace
Amongst the heathens lost their faith
Made idols out of human heads
And ate the ashes of the dead
Praised relics formed of human skin
In secret they committed sin
Baphomet!
Spit on the cross
Baphomet!
We denounce God
Vast fortune their great quest did bring
More riches they than popes and kings
And if you believe in the tales
Amongst their relics kept the grail
Too powerful they had become
And so arrested every one
And within French jails they would rot
But justice they would receive not
Baphomet!
Spit on the cross
Baphomet!
We denounce God
Confessions drawn from torture's pain
The sentence was to die in flame
A curse upon both King and Pope
The final words DeMolay Spoke
Within 12 months as he had said
DeMolay's enemies were dead
And though the Templars are no more
It's rumoured they may still endure
Baphomet!
Spit on the cross
Baphomet!
We denounce God