| Song | Age of Plague |
| Artist | Baphomet |
| Album | The Dead Shall Inherit |
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| Conjour the vision or twisted remains and the great empires have all fallen to rulns | |
| As I crawl through the remaine slabs of unburn and entralls of this curious and instrusive creature | |
| I stop to think humanity so powerful and yet not able to keep itself alive | |
| Could you concelve all of my mind's pain come with me through my eyes you'll see pain you may never know but in which your kids will grow |