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Face of the goat in the mirror<br />eyes burn like (an) october sunrise<br />as once they gazed upon the hillside<br />searching for the memories...<br />In the shadow of the horns<br />only seen by the kings<br />of the dawn (of the) first millennium<br />upon the thrones<br />In the shadow of the horns<br />cleansed like the air in the night<br />world without end<br />(we've become) a race of the cursed seeds<br />for five united forces<br />in the eternal dawn<br />the kings that held (their) heads high<br />The triumph of chaos - has guided our path<br />we circles the holy sinai - our swords gave wings<br />invisible force of our abyssic hate<br />our seeds boil as we gaze upon the new millennium<br />Weeping by the graves of the glorious ones<br />(so) the hardened frost melts away<br />clouds gather across a freezing moon<br />i kiss the goat - witchcraft still breathes
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Face of the goat in the mirror<br />eyes burn like (an) october sunrise<br />as once they gazed upon the hillside<br />searching for the memories...<br />In the shadow of the horns<br />only seen by the kings<br />of the dawn (of the) first millennium<br />upon the thrones<br />In the shadow of the horns<br />cleansed like the air in the night<br />world without end<br />(we've become) a race of the cursed seeds<br />for five united forces<br />in the eternal dawn<br />the kings that held (their) heads high<br />The triumph of chaos - has guided our path<br />we circles the holy sinai - our swords gave wings<br />invisible force of our abyssic hate<br />our seeds boil as we gaze upon the new millennium<br />Weeping by the graves of the glorious ones<br />(so) the hardened frost melts away<br />clouds gather across a freezing moon<br />i kiss the goat - witchcraft still breathes
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