Face of the goat in the mirror   Eyes burn like an october sunrise   As once they gazed upon the hillside   Searching for the memories...      In the shadow of the horns   Only seen by the kings   Of the dawn of the first millennium   Upon the thrones      In the shadow of the horns   Cleansed like the air in the night   World without end      We've become a race of the cursed seeds   For five united forces   In the eternal dawn   The kings that held their heads high      The triumph of chaos - has guided our path   We circles the holy Sinai - our swords gave wings   Invisible force of our abyssic hate   Our seeds boil as we gaze upon the new millennium      Weeping by the graves of the glorious ones   So the hardened frost melts away   Clouds gather across a freezing moon   I kiss the goat - witchcraft still breathes