Preacher speaks the ancient word
Souls of old have been disturbed
Descend upon the sleeping town
Death above is creeping down
Let out a silent scream
What you fear the most
Death by violent dream
Night of the goat
Prophesized by holy writ
Bones are cast into the pit
Piles of dead are all that’s left
Terror takes your final breath
(chorus)

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