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 Angel’s 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 the barn tonight

Put on your silky dress

I got a bloody appetite

A day for the 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

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