Face of the Goat in the Mirror
Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside
Searching for the Memories.
In the Shadow of the Horns
only seen by the Kings of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium
In the Shadow of the Horns
Cleansed like the air in the Night
upon the Thrones World Without End
(we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds
in the Eternal Dawn
the Kings that held (their) heads high
for five United Forces we Circles the holy Sinai The Triumph of chaos Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate
Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium
Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones (so) the hardened Frost Melts Away
I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still BreathesClouds Gather across a Freezing Moon.
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