Goatmoon - Trinity

Who among you forged the strongest of iron?
As once, in the past, we were facing the storm
Witchcraft and steel, before god, the pitiful one
Warriors from beyond against those of the cross
Harlots and maidens cast saturnine spells
By the temple in the grove
At the old crown of stone
On the sign of the snake
Ways of perception came forth
As these howling hills fell into ruin
The sign of the mighty lord
Over flames flickered
Son of witch, of darkbound woods
Was left for the wolves
Born of devil's rapture
Of venom and sin
On the river we now placed him
To die or to live
Beyond time, beyond life
A spawn of the goddess, gift to the serpents
For his land and the strains of his ancient line
Alone in the world that sought him dead
Called by the beast, his genetic essence
To hunt human blood in the kingdom of trees
We shall drink it for a thousand winters Открыть страницу с текстом

From sunless aeons I came
The banished one
Mutated warspirit
Through centuries of wickedness
Resisting the spell of immortal fire
In her golden locks
A contract between our moons
She can't escape the darkness
Binding her wings
In the center of the universe
As the mask of redemption burns
Over the christened ashes
White marble turned red
Like roses on virginal skin
Thorns with her flesh entangled
Caressing my horns in demonic scorn
The soul so pure to deflower
Between her lips the stench of release
And this night she bleeds
Slain upon the gallery of stars
I rip out the wings I once lost
So they may carry me high
In my flight to another zone
Spread the angleblood to darkened winds
Towards the crescent moon
Its ghostly perpetual dominion
Over bloody earth, reign with might
I howl in passion and rage
Behold the night and the gloom
The dismal heart of a fallen realm
Defiant forever, proud as the sun Открыть страницу с текстом

Once a man of strength on darkbound paths
Wandered afar, beyond the frontier
In a summer of mighty winds
To the hills of mysteries and blood
Following the call of the graves far away
Summoned below, to the tower of the snakes
To funereal halls, of temptation and lore
Beyond the ebon circle, to dark caves hellbound
Where the fire speaks louder than words
What the heroes of this world once knew
As immortal legions, they rode into storm
The banner of the dragon, dripping with gore
Raised high above the gates to the barren skies
Seal with blood the fate of this world
As the corpses of the past wither away
Killers' instinct takes control
After years of hunting for power
What else remains? Открыть страницу с текстом

Three-crowned elk rotting in the ground,
turning to soil.
Warships of once mighty warriors
sinking in flames to the depths of the sea,
volcanic glow in a far away horizon.

Two-headed eagle strangled
with the tail of our armoured golden guard,
fighting with the sharpened claws
the fangs of the furry beast
and all of the bloodred horrors from east

Weak won't last, the strong survive.
Triumph of will is our guide.
We won't kneel, we won't retreat.
We are the true protectors of the north. Открыть страницу с текстом

Out for blood
He hunts the prey
Within his territory
Invaders, they have come
Trying to benefit from the glory
Of the blood, of the soul
Of the mighty lion
The rage is coming
Adrenaline pumps
Killing will soon begin
Some have tried to get him tamed
But everytime they have failed
Mark these words, it will never succeed
You will not benefit from our blood
Tearing the flesh from the people of mud
Ripping the rainbows with sharpened claws
Proving the world this is his land
Upholding the spirit
Of the mighty lion
The lion has, and always will
Dictate its future
The lion will stalk its prey
And wait for the right time
When he strikes he'll fight to the death
He'll fight with no regrets Открыть страницу с текстом

The world was young, with heroes bold
The mountains so strong, valleys so deep
A child of mystery, in wasteland was born
At the gates was found in winter forlorn
Out and away, to the master of lore
Raven's songs led through the woods
Where an oath in silence was spoken
To dark ones with fur and all creatures of wind
Down the mighty dungeons misty and cold
In a strange kingdom unknown to men
Under stone and shadow the rule of wisdom and will
Wild nature's sons gathered for council
The bringers of plague, clans of the dead
Most ruthless of hunters, squirrels and bats
The quick and the wise, rabbits and rats
Peel the rot away from your human heart
Kneel and obey the animal lords
Aware of our nature, soon you shall be
Through ways of war
Beneath the earth you shall rule
Quick eyes, a bright mind, you're now one of us
In the shadow of dusk, with senses so pure
Who shall watch the grass grow
As the summer rain falls
Prevailing with deeds, accomplished with crafts
With instinct, the power, the animal awake Открыть страницу с текстом

Beneath the sun, devastators march
No birds fly, under crimson skies
At the end of my years I see what I must be
An earthly vector of inhuman will
Those who crawl have become those who rule
With cruelty, power and beauty
Destroyer redeemer, bow to the fire
The eyes of god, I see dripping with blood
Bound to this rite in the grip of the night
Of unholy spirit, of autumnal light
Three heads and three throats
The burning prophet, the false messiah
So holy and proud, the heaven is rotting
Inverted prayers, to the son of the goat
Three heads and three throats
Are cut with one stroke
Blood of the lamb, splatter the throne
Between the stars, humanity is ending
Just a pile of corpses in the blackening night
Countless graves, covered in white
We return to the mist, the land of vast darkness
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Iron was stronger, sun was ablaze
Jewels of power, beauty of nature
Timeworn ways to infinite worlds
Hordes of the master observed the moon
Fading to mist upon thunderous dawn
On the field of skulls were last of the warriors
Ashes and smoke circled the unholy
Dreaming was over as the battle began
For a thousand years and a thousand lies
Heathens besieged by armies of the light
Lords of valour, of sorceries so regal
Died in the snow, beneath rustling pines
Silvery winds enshrouded the graves
Bones of the north covered by rivers of blood
Their power would slumber in dreams dark but true
Their memories woven in Thulean fire
For the throne to rise, for the goldhaired kings
As centuries passed, under Christian rule
For a thousand nights, the eyes in the lake
In silence and shadow, hiding dark secrets
Even darker the minds, behind those eyes
The eyes in the forest, pagan darkness incarnate
Memories so proud of life never seen
When birds of the autumn have all flown away
The time will come to commit first murder
To burn strange herbs of moonfire and lust
To pass beyond the portal of dusk
To build an empire worth dying for
Where Christians shall be nailed to the trees
Assembled to rot with the recrucified son
In a debauched orgy of flesh and destruction
Vomiting nails and blood, holy ones tortured
Entrails and bones will splatter the ground
When the house of god is a scorching pyre
When mighty axeblows shall smash the cross
When the birds shall scream for the final murder... Открыть страницу с текстом