A Congregation of Horns
Wicked and malevolent
Children of Baphomet
Yes we are the Goat Cult
Deep in fire we exult
Reigning from a pit of bones
Blackest Hell is our home
Sorcery and machine guns
We bow to fucking none
Ruling every pit of Hell
Bloody steel and evil spell
Cranking up the furnace now
Incinerating every boar and sow
Idols trampled under hoof
Horns and thorns our bloody proof
Countless bodies burn below
Here where darkest sulphur blows
A Congregation of Horns
A Congregation of Horns
Unholy and so fucking violent
Sons and daughters of fire sent
We thirst for the blackest blood
Which we embibe like a flood
Oceans burning with searing fire
Our goals are nothing short of dire
And no force can stop our numbers
None within will ever slumber
Ruling every pit of Hell
Bloody steel and evil spell
Cranking up the furnace now
Incinerating every boar and sow
Idols trampled under hoof
Horns and thorns our bloody proof
Countless bodies burn below
Here where darkest sulphur blows
A Congregation of Horns
A Congregation of Horns
Autor(es): Richard Weeks