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 weve 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
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