Feeling the march of the fury unleashed  Impaling the soldiers of God  Smell of sulphur hot on the wind  Left by the goatriders horde  The thundering roar of the cloven hoof  The goatriders horse descends with the storm  I am eternal I walk the night  I am the reaper of souls  Cold iron blades they cannot stop me  Where I am from no one knows  I am in command  Impervious to fire  Impervious to steel  Merciless vengeance  Dealt by their strike  Treachery stalking evil command  Cloven hoofed steed I ride  Armies of horns descend on the gates  Hatred burns their eyes  Walls of stone cannot stop them  Too weak are the spells of old  At the sound of their banshee cry  The hearts of all grow cold  Fueled by the fears of man  To slake the unquenchable thirst  I'm in command  The goatriders horde