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Akercocke The Goat

Traducere: Akercocke. Capra.

woods escape into the woods The intimacy of the darkness reveals the spirits strength reveals the twisted horns of the lord Demogorgon, the eldritch goat

[trad. arr. by Akercocke]

[instrumental]

King of Kings King of Jews, Messiah Seductive pain, delicious pain The drag of the wounds of the nails in his hands Writhe and dance apon the cross...

Goat of a thousand young Goat of mendes divine Under the sigil of bephomet we pray of thee, we invoke thee I orate with due clarity our brutal philosophy

of the cardinal points of Hell The bosom of night boasts a rhythm of storms With a vagina wet with lust She dreams without sleeping of a goat faced god

The blanket of stars In the holy lands sky Antichrist, my guiding light I trace your footfalls in the sand Whispered on desert winds Borne on angels