Face of the Goat in the Mirror
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Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise
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As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside
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Searching for the Memories...
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In the Shadow of the Horns
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only seen by the Kings
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of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium
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upon the Thrones
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In the Shadow of the Horns
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Cleansed like the air in the Night
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World Without End
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(we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds
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for five United Forces
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in the Eternal Dawn
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the Kings that held (their) heads high
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The Triumph of chaos - Has Guided our Path
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we Circles the holy Sinai - Our Swords Gave Wings
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Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate
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Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium
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Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones
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(so) the hardened Frost Melts Away
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Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon
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I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still Breathes
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In The Shadow Of The Horns
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| Dark Throne (Darkthrone) |
