Текст песни Whiskey Ritual - In Goat We Trust

Once upon a time
the straight the craft
were law
in the temple of Satan

and our knowledge reing in blood
in goat we trust
trought the black flames of my heart
in goat we trust
and the dark flags of your thoughts
in goat we trust
kill your glory of this new rise
in goat we trust

the heroes come quitely
the horns play the calling
the mage in front of
we will destroy all this world

and the methatron wait the pray
in goat we trust
the revenge of the losers
in goat we trust
and the outcasts
in goat we trust
armageddon is near for us
in goat we trust
satan never fall on earth
in goat we trust

no woma alive, no old man survive
the new order is young, proud and dark
in the temple of Satan
Belzebuth call the luck for the prouds.