In The Shadow Of The Horns

<br>Face of the Goat in the Mirror<br>Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise<br>As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside<br>Searching for the Memories...<br><br>In the Shadow of the Horns<br>only seen by the Kings<br>of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium<br>upon the Thrones<br><br>In the Shadow of the Horns<br>Cleansed like the air in the Night<br>World Without End<br><br>(we`ve become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds<br>for five United Forces<br>in the Eternal Dawn<br>the Kings that held (their) heads high<br><br>The Triumph of chaos - Has Guided our Path<br>we Circles the holy Sinai - Our Swords Gave Wings<br>Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate<br>Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium<br><br>Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones<br>(so) the hardened Frost Melts Away<br>Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon<br>I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still Breathes