Goat of Departure The Black Dahlia Murder

Goat of departure, on his back rides their shame
Antithesis of their ivory Christian chains
Fearful thee ovis, their weakened hearts and minds
We are the satyrs of hedonistic kind

Less traveled is our path
Laid darkly to the left
Footprint of Mendes emblazoning our armored breast
Great bearded Capra who towers o’er the land
A tribute to your magnificence
The feared sign of the horns shows on our hands

Azazel, the damned ibex
Swath of scarlet ties his neck
To the desert, banished
Yet our curse lives on

Embrace the glory of the goat
Worship the one who burns below
Heretic liberation of the soul
Dispel their false salvation as a whole

Misunderstood, our Lord
Preserver of the horde
Footprint of Mendes enchants our angel-cleaving swords
O' silvered capra taught us to fear no man
In your honor, we have gathered strength
To rid their aging falsehoods from this land