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

upon the Thrones



In the Shadow of the Horns

Cleansed like the air in the Night

World Without End



(we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds

for five United Forces

in the Eternal Dawn

the Kings that held (their) heads high



The Triumph of chaos - Has Guided our Path

we Circles the holy Sinai - Our Swords Gave Wings

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

Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon

I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still Breathes