Goat On Fire

It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silver
And I would rather live in the ice than in the middle of
The modern virtue and other southern winds'

When the cold winds blows the fog away
Dark shining shapes of a mystic forest
I embrace the nightfall
Old voices from ancient witches
Announce the gathering of thee
The ones of a thousand young
Here in the north
Where we come forth to assemble
Where I knee unto thee

Four times one and one are all
The four crowned princes of Hell
The ones with the sygil of evil

Goat on Fire
Who feed my desire
Goat on Fire

The goat with the northern ice
The goat with the southern fire
Rex Tenebrarum!
The crow over my soul

Majestade ilegítima
The raven inside my heart
Four times one and one are all
The four crowned princes of Hell
The ones with the sygil of evil

Goat on fire
Come and feed my desire
Goat on fire