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I praise thee horned one

The black goat of the wood

For our time has come again

To writhe in Christian blood

So can you taste the fear?

Within the lore of their demise

For when it is time for their heaven to burn

Time for all hell to arise

Upon the winds the smell of burning bodies

And the nights reborn with Christian death

Satan!

He of a thousand young

I shall ignite thy eternal fire

And burn them all in thy infernal flame

White feathers fall

Into the flame

As will you all

Shake loose the chain

Their churches are stained

From ancient wars

Now to return

Which was never yours

The black goat infernal

Risen from hell

Born from the fires of souls that rebel

Burnt are the bounds

Of their tainted lore

The cross is inverted for forever more