Goatslave Lyrics

A pure trinity, beyond the shadows of pity and regrets!
United in filth, drunkenness and decadence, bestial swarm, ritualistic ultimate blasphemy
Sick spirits under the occult influence of alcohol and moral decline
We look at this world and all we see is hate
An eternal queen in a world void of peace
The taste of blood on lips, kiss of the black serpent,
Where the moon is the shadow of the sun without understanding
In the limbs, among the remains of the world where his reign is eternal
Immaculate – The realm of His Majesty
Occult trinity without doctrine
The taste of ashes on lips, kiss the serpent of light
We are the slaves of the black goat
We are Goatslave