From human womb a goat is born The five-point star between his horns His yellow eyes glow with hate He speaks of lies to seal man’s fate. His cloven Hooves shall crush the world The cruelest hate to be unfurled He shall make war on all the lands In days of fire who’ll make a stand? To satisfy his age-old greed He plots to gain the power he needs To place himself above all man And rule the world with an iron hand The Goat makes slaves of all our lives March to your graves as all hope dies The burning ash darkens the air The Goat is Lord, now cry despair!