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Lost in the space and time,
Centuries ago or just now,
Cult of goat people was born,
Shaman cast a sacred spell of thorn.

Tribe struggled with infertility,
Needs to avoid nature's hostility,
Threats to next generation matters,
Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Altar had to be carved on shore
of their lake from ancient stone,
Old mystic creature was reborn,
Mighty Trahir, fangs and horn,
Like a vampire unicorn,
Fangs and horn.

Sacrifice must be made,
Once the beast is unleashed,
Young virgins on the altar are laid,
Blood flows from innocent meat.

Thirteen days after full moon,
Cost equals its brutal price,
All the men are getting a boner,
Women fuck´em horny as mice.

Except the virgins of course,
As they're kept away in fear,
Smartest of ‘em decides for plot,
Fuck the goat people from rear.
So, she summons all mighty Trahir
Revives sisters with her virgin powers,

For swim they lure the men like Sirens,
Horrible massacre bloodbath for hours.
Mighty Trahir, fangs and horn,
Like a vampire unicorn.

Mighty Trahir,
Fangs and horn,
Like a vampire unicorn,
Fangs made out of thorn.
Mighty Trahir,
Fangs and horn,
Like a vampire unicorn,
Fangs made out of thorn.

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