Can you smell the burning grounds? Do you see the gathering dark clouds Can you hear the abysmal shouts? All these, signs of a change profound
Tears black and bitter Rolling on faces of fear (and dismay) Burning scars in human flesh Angels with grey horns as they descend
Thus it comes upon us A blight long foreseen To crush our dreams of heaven And spread the evil seed
The fires are burning bright The clouds are cast aside The smoke is forming a shape The goat is born from flame
Sinners and holy men Like witches burning to the ground The cleansing of the goat Will leave no man standing around
Heralds of doom and destruction The coming of the goat they have foreseen An era of endless suppression Of all hope and will
Hail the goat Praise The goat Hail the lord Praise his horn Is the goat the true salvation The one we must believe Or just a false messiah Who's dragging us into the hellish pits
Through aeons we'll all suffer The pain of this war Until each one worships The goat and his horns
Hail the goat Praise The goat Hail the lord Praise his hornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
