ABYSMAL GRIEF - Brides of the Goat | Текст песни

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Woman, eternal lover
Princess in the dark of Sabbath night
Dance, pray under the moonlight
Inhale the sacred steam of the herbs
And shout around the fire
The spell for the coming of the Beast
Dance, pray under the moonlight
Ask Him to take part in blasphemy

Brides, Brides of the Goat
Brides, Brides of the Goat

Sacrificial young hot blood
Sacrilegius, mortiferous

In the circle hear mantling sounds
Of voices from the past
The horned shape is rising out
And longing for His crowd
Trembling breaths now fill the place
Lightning frightening sky
The Brides of Satan grimly pray
And kneel down to their Lord

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