In The Shadow Of The Horns

Face of the goat in the mirror

As once they gazed upon the hillside

Searching for the memories...

Eyes burn like (an) October sunrise

Only seen by the kings

Upon the thrones

In the shadow of the horns

Of the dawn (of the) first millennium

Cleansed like the air in the night

In the shadow of the horns

World without end

(We've become) a race of the cursed seeds

For five united forces

The kings that held (their) heads high

In the eternal dawn

The triumph of chaos - has guided our path

We circles the holy Sinai - our swords gave wings

Invisible 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 away

I kiss the goat - witchcraft still breathes