Goatlord

Coming from earth's core death on a wing Possessed mutants of war Blackened church will rise taking with it Soldiers revenge from the graves Trying to get free, masters enslaves Innocent victims of war Now not what they were tormented souls Darkness

The thirteenth of November Full moon lights the sky Ghouls gather to chant They summon the fog Horns emerge from the fog The lamb's throat is slit Blood floods the coffin Their shepherd is here [chorus] The fog The fog Black stinking fog Now the dead