In The Shadow Of The Horns

Face of the

Goat in the

MirrorAs Once they

Gazed upon the

HillsideSearching for the

Memories...

Eyes Burn like (an)

October Sunriseonly seen by the

Kingsupon the

ThronesIn the

Shadow of the

Hornsof the

Dawn (of the)

First Millennium

Cleansed like the air in the

NightIn the

Shadow of the

HornsWorld

Without End(we've become) a

Race of the

Cursed Seedsfor five

United Forcesthe

Kings that held (their) heads highin the

Eternal Dawn

The Triumph of chaos -

Has Guided our

Pathwe Circles the holy

Sinai - Our

Swords Gave

WingsInvisible force of our

Abyssic Hate

Weeping by the

Graves of the

Glorious Ones

Our seeds

Boil as we gaze upon the

New Millennium

Clouds Gather across a

Freezing Moon(so) the hardened

Frost Melts

AwayI kiss the

Goat - Witchcraft

Still Breathes