Under the Goatmoon

The dark is enlightened by thousand candles' flames
A yellow shadow reflects in the blackened sky
When I'm walking along the funeral path
Mystical voices whispers inside of my mind
Entering the graveyard mist
The dead's unblessed breath
Poisoned air is filling up my lungs
Under the Goatmoon
Embraced by funeral winds
Mystified, awaiting the star's fall
The candle fires reflect in the blade of my steel
Raised into the mournful sky
Praised by the gods of war
A horde of monks follow me
To the ceremonial place
In the center of the rocks
The ritual slaughter shall begin
Silver the stones are shining
When they meet the cold moonlight
Their magical powers steel my body as my fingers touch 'em
The choir of monks starts the mourners dirge
And cold steel is ripping the virgin's flesh into pieces
The virgin's blood is flowing red
Upon the altarstone, under the Goatmoon
Ritual murder in the dark
Upon the throne of thunder
The stormsceptre seals his endless reign
Thy master rises out of flames
To take rule with iron claws of power
We are part of armageddon's overkill
The world is dying in the flames of rebirth
Surrounded by holocaust fires, these rocks will be thy throne
When they self created race will serve thy royal desires