Goathead

turn

the chilling sky

to a dreadful kingdom

let horns arise

burn

let mountains grow

the road to death

feels endless now

goathead

delirium

spawn the anger

it’s tearing you apart

bastard

hunt them down

while the servants of the snake

eat their offspring now

goathead

who are we to witness?

i

who am i

the holiest

of the image

death

dead

are the ways

o lord

pity

pity

not the fallen

fallen

exit

exit

and hell followed

him

we have found

what we lost

we will loose again

and again

and again

again

again

stop