| 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 |