The Shadow (Hill of the Horned Goat) - Wind of the Black Mountains

Cold and black, the night shall be

Naked bodies filled with lust

I proclaim in my master’s name

Receiving poor souls from which I take

Hatred for god, you all will follow me

Satan’s disciples, I will set you free

In the feast of darkness

I shall feed upon your weakness

The shadows are cast upon the hill

Hill of the horned goat

Where joy forever dwells, hail horrors

Hail infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell

Receive thy new possessor

One who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time

The mind is it’s own place

And itself can make a heaven of Hell

A Hell of heaven…

Better to reign in Hell than to serve in heaven