Of Darkness
Year Of The Goat
They walk through the mist
To an ancient place
Gather for the King
To invoke his name
Chaplain of the dark
Chant with serpent tongue
Black monolith
Rises from the mist
Potion from the darkest well
Open for pagan souls
Hear the angels of heaven wailing
When they call on the Lord of darkness
Black shapes pouring out
From the chaplains mouth
A wrathful chaos spreads
Into ancient ground
Coven starts to dance
In ecstatic trance
Monolith opens up
The return is here
Potion from the darkest well
Open for pagan souls
Hear the angels of heaven wailing
When they call on the lord of darkness
Potion from the darkest well
Open for pagan souls
Hear the angels of heaven wailing
When they call on the lord of darkness
