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