In The Barn Of The Goat Giving Birth To Satan’s Spawn In a Dying World Of Doom

Coughing on the ground like an old used automobile
I saw the light of time, the sun was burning fields
And when The Angels fall, banished from the sky
I lace my dirty boots and drag the wagon for a ride
I walk the night
I walk the night

Pounding sweat, the fever cheats the creepy mind
Pleading agony from the wagons plague of Christ
Chanting masquerade, the crooked souls on fire
Into the circle and raise your glass of wine
I walk the line
I walk the night
I am the night

Baby, we're going out in thе barn tonight
Put on your silky dress, I got a bloody appetite
A day for thе masses, they call it reborn
By the power of thunder the cross will hit the ground
So baby, you saw the burning fields as I

Baby, see the black Moon rise above
A blood red sky that feats the calling of the horned one
The white gates of heaven will turn to dust
The wagon with angels will be fed for the one
So baby, open up your pretty eyes
Oh!

In the barn of the goat, giving birth to Satan's spawn in a dying world of doom