| Goat of departure, on his back rides their shame
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| Antithesis of their ivory Christian chains
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| Fearful thee ovis, their weakened hearts and minds
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| We are the satyrs of hedonistic kind
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| Less traveled is our path
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| Laid darkly to the left
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| Footprint of Mendes emblazoning our armored breast
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| Great bearded Capra who towers o’er the land
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| A tribute to your magnificence
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| The feared sign of the horns shows on our hands
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| Azazel, the damned ibex
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| Swath of scarlet ties his neck
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| To the desert, banished
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| Yet our curse lives on
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| Embrace the glory of the goat
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| Worship the one who burns below
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| Heretic liberation of the soul
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| Dispel their false salvation as a whole
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| Misunderstood, our Lord
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| Preserver of the horde
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| Footprint of Mendes enchants our angel-cleaving swords
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| O' silvered capra taught us to fear no man
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| In your honor, we have gathered strength
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| To rid their aging falsehoods from this land
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| We’ll fight their kingdom high
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| The burdened scapegoat, cast aside
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| Like he has, we shall too, survive
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| Melding our powers, undenied
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| Order of Ebon, we are his righteous blade
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| Reich of satanic rule, the iron might of Baphomet
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| Bringers of chaos, we are an antichrist
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| Swing spiked morning stars
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| To crush his kingdom, our delight
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| Dance ye now unto to the satyr’s lyre
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| Spring-heeled devotion to hell’s eternal fires
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| Instinctively to follow, thine desire
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| We should ashamed, not be
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| Preservation of the will is key
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| Embrace the glory of the goat
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| Worship the one who burns below
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| Heretic liberation of the soul
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| Dispel their false salvation as a whole
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| We’ll fight their kingdom high
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| The burdened scapegoat, cast aside
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| Like he has, we shall too, survive
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| Melding our powers, undenied |