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GOAT OF MENDES LYRICS
"Thricefold" (2002)
1. O Sole Deo Gloria
2. A Minute of Ghosts
3. Blood Moon Rising
4. A Tale of Doom and Passion
5. Our Mother in Darkness (Kali-ma)
6. Of Torque and Antlers
7. Wolves in Sheeps Clothing
8. Rejuvenation in Crimson
9. To Walk Upon the Wiccan Way
1. O Sole Deo Gloria
I stand upon the scaffold
The belfry chimes its tune of woe
As I’m waiting to deliver
Mercy in the name of God
I’m like the Guardian of Eden
No One might trespass where I stand
Those who have lost their right of passage
I justify with bloody hand
Following the Lord’s example
They give their lives, their sins to purge
And as their blood is running freely
Their purified souls will leave this earth
Refrain:
And as I raise the blade
Redeemed thy martyred soul shall be
Bow down to me
O Sole Deo Gloria
Master of the High Arts, the Taker of Lives
He who’s wielding the sword, rightly feared and despised
Wretched souls or high nobility
They finally bow their heads to me
As soon the crimson fountain flows
One more souls ascends to heaven
Now read the words inscribed
Upon the faithful sword I wield
And find your peace
O Sole Deo Gloria
And as I raise the blade
Redeemed thy martyred soul shall be
Bow down to me
O Sole Deo Gloria
Thine lips will kiss the sand
Rejoice as sin’s repelled from thee
Eternally
O Sole Deo Gloria
The Sinner’s Belfry chimes
The glorious procession
Making way through the crowd
The culprit gazes
One last time towards the careless sky
Sorrowful in his final hour
Now deliver your life upon this altar
Our Saviours arms are opened wide
Do not fear the strike of justice
As steel and mortal flesh unite
In the blink of an eye
A life of sin passes by
I fulfill the will of Heaven
And our Saviour mildly smiles
And as I raise the blade
Redeemed thy martyred soul shall be
Bow down to me
O Sole Deo Gloria
Thine lips will kiss the sand
Rejoice as sin’s repelled from thee
Eternally
O Sole Deo Gloria
2. A Minute of Ghosts
Listen close, oh weary traveller
for an ancient tale I´ll tell
upon the hills a haunted palace stands
where some noblemen still pay
for the grace from which they fell
In daylight a crumbling ruin
its archways dusty cobwebs span
mouldering tapestries rot in its empty halls
and the wind moans round the barren walls
sings of bitterness to come
As midnight falls in silver moonlight
shadows always dance in the castle-keep
swing and sway in a timeless minuet
watch the centuries pass by
its dwellers are denied of their eternal sleep
Bridge:
From behind the shattered windows
an unseen orchestra plays
as slowly a banquet of spectres
to its eerie music sways
And the centuries pass by
but deliverance never came
so they dance each night
for their lost souls to redeem
Lady moon shines in milk white pallor
through the fallen castles gate
restored to all its former glory
each night until the morning breaks
The clock strikes twelve as moving figures
from nowhere in the ballroom rise
Lords and ladies luminescent
centuries dead, but still alive
from nowhere frail music rises
as the shadows coalesce
they dance a minuet of ghosts
swiftly swaying arabesque
candles flicker, they recreating
a moving image surreal
as an unseen violins moaning
for the dancers in the hall
a company of translucent nobles
amongst their spectral audience
through dead for years, their apparitions
perform a feast, which never ends
Refrain:
They dance a ghostly minuet – pirouettes of shadows
luminescent silhouettes – moving in the darkness
3. Blood Moon Rising
I feel the growing need, the scent of blood will draw me closer
The pallid moon above emits its searing light on me
Below my feet I feel the soaked ground of the haunted woodlands
Red mist before my eyes, the threshold of bestiality
Running free in gloomy night
Altered by the warping light
Free the beast kept deep inside
Blood Moon Rising!
Bestial fangs pierce frightful skin
Release the enemy within
Pale light reflects on wolfish grin
Blood Moon Rising!
Beware all living souls, for I’m the hunter in the shadows
My sharpened senses will receive the sweet scent of my prey
I run alone, just the white orb illuminates the prowler
No-one is save until the birds announce the day
My eyes pierce the darkness, I howl at the moon
A blood-curdling wailing penetrating the silence
Gore coalesces on the ground I have stalked on
The Blood Moon unveils my testimony of violence
All nightly predators obey my need and heed my calling
My tortured baying to the nightsky haunts your very sleep
I hear your screaming
Red eyes are gleaming
No-one can run when his fate strikes so soon
Warm blood runs free in the light of the moon
Blood Moon Rising! (2x)
The beast in me, the carnine breed
Struggling awkward to break free
A different shape bursts forth from me
The full moon’s eye is all I see
My eyes pierce the darkness, I howl at the moon
A blood-curdling wailing penetrating the silence
Gore coagulates on the ground I have stalked on
The Blood Moon unveils my testimony of violence
4. A Tale of Doom and Passion
Returning weary from the barren planes
My throat went dry after a long days ride
Finally as the light of Dagda waned
I reached a small ford by the riverside
Standing knee-deep in the shallow stream
My eyes felt on a maiden gowned in red
Raven hair as dark as ebony
Instantly my heart was set ablaze
Like fire
− All hail and blessed be
− Great warrior of Lug
− I watch your every step
− Right from this place
− When tomorrow will be gone
− You shall return
− And I will wipe the blood
− Of battle from your face
By the warrior god
Will you tell me just
For what you wait here by this shallow ford?
− I am the One
− Who washes the blood
− From the heads
− Of the slain
(Repeat 2x)
− I am the Crow
− Raven haired
− Mistress of Death
− Morrigan
Hearken my audience amidst the proud ringstones
For I shall tell a tale most gruesome to behold
You might call yourself warriors, fearless and bold
But the beings of the spirit realm are still held in awe
Even by the noblest of hearts
For at the pre-eve of battle some shall encounter
A maiden or withered crone kneeling beside a shallow
stream
Its waters daubed in crimson,freshly spilled blood
And for all those who meet her, washing the battle-slain
Unevitably their doom’s already spelled
− Morning sun has set
− The echoes of a battle
− Sweet tunes of death
− Caressing my ears
− Thousands will fall
− The harvest shall be great
− Hear my call
− Soon they will join with me
− I am the Crow
− Raven haired
− Mistress of Death
− Morrigan
(Repeat 2x)
− Severed heads
− Sunken eyes
− This is what
− Appeals to me
Beleaguered from all sides amidst the fray
I fought with valor and all warriors pride
But then the sharp blade of an enemy
Spilt my life-blood as it pierced my side
With the last view from my breaking eyes
I noticed delicate hands fondling me
The girl in red caressed my severed head
Forever I’ll enjoy her company
Morrigan, the mistress of the dead
In love we’re bound for all eternity
5. Our Mother in Darkness (Kali-ma)
In the bowels of India
In anticipacion
We wait for our time to come
Swallow the light
Grim Kalikamata
Devour our names, our souls, make creation undone
We’re
Your mishappen children
So you order us back
Inside your timeless womb
Goddess
You were Sundara-Murti
You gave birth to the world
As you’re it’s hand of doom
Refrain:
Kalaratri Kali-Ma
Shakti Devi Kali-Ma!
Kali:
You see me here
Do you dare to face me?
Black Madonna, Empress of time
Receive my dark embracing
Before the aeons
Man dwelt in freedom
Next to each other like a million grains of sand
The male gods came
In pride and fury
To wage their wars across our peaceful land
Like lambs led to the slaughter
Your children were mercilessly slain
Where once was love and humble dignity
Now man just saw his personal gain
Maddened with rage
Your lust for fresh spilt blood did arise
Swallow your seed
In the timeless blackness of your void
We’re the children of India
We wait for redemption
Spill blood in Kalis name
All that once was
Upon the ruins of carnage
Shall rise in triumph once again
Refrain
Ancient and dark (2x)
Every mind that yearns to fear
Just remember
I am here
Kali:
Repeat 2nd verse
6. Of Torque and Antlers
The wheel has turned, he is reborn
So let the circle never end
Gives strength to seed and harvest corn
And leads us in our Pagan dance
Let us dance!
Snow has covered the land, whilst the forest is sleeping
Mother Nature resides as haggard crone
Soon comes the time of my renewal
To claim once more the wildwoods throne
By the first rays of light my horn is calling
Beasts and denizens of the wild
My amber eyes open to watch thee
Dance on my glades, sweet Pagan Child
Refrain:
I am the Lord of the Forest
Cernunnos is my name
By the groves, deep in the ancient woods
He builds his oaken throne
Lay down my head in times of winter’s frost
In spring I’ll be reborn
Watch me holding the torque, for it shall bind you
Let the circle never end
Heave in sensual joy, feel the spirit of nature
Across my green and pleasant land
In the blue, endless sky, proudly I raise my antlers
And sound a call of carnal desire
Oh, Maiden of Spring, lay down here before me
And praise me by the Beltane Fire
I am the Lord of the Forest
Cernunnos is my name
I am the Lord of the Forest
The stag roams wild and free
For he’s the One who wears the antlers
He shall reign forevermore
By the gleam of burning embers
Still witches preach the ancient lore
Keep in your heart the ancient fire
Children of nature mind your birth
Release your chains, cast down your idols
Come back from Heaven down to Earth
I am the Lord of the Forest
The stag roams wild and free
I lead the hunt, I pipe the dancers
‘Til the sun begins to wane
By the sign of Torque and Antlers
Paganity will rise again!
7. Wolves in Sheeps Clothing
From beyond the vastness of the ocean
They carried their cross to our homeward shores
Clad in robes of purest white
Carried idols of gold we were told to adore
Priests of mercy
Their selfrighteousness challenged just by their need to obey
Their distant shepherd
Who told them to convert the heathens of lands far away
In their wake their men were marching
Who traded their crosses for swords of steel
Made to sacrifice the sinners
Who refused to kneel to their god‘s mercy
Ancient idols
Toppled and shattered to pieces in religious zeal
For those who refuse
The lambs of the shepherd in Rome bore the license to kill
So pray
To a deity of cowardice, mercy, forgiveness and love
Join his herd of sheep
And wait for your slaughter to join all the angels above
Refrain:
Join in the Wild Hunt
For wolves in sheeps clothing
Thor and Odin
We’ll never deny
Rampaging hordes
Of wolves in sheeps clothing
Feel our loathing
We’ll stand in your way
Bridge:
The Norns already spun the thread
Your empire shall not last forever
Behind your hypocrisy lies
What all you white-dressed sheep still dread
But by the time the thread’ll be cut
You’ll share our fate in death
The souls of our departed
Will greet us with merryful laughter despite your efforts
By the golden gates of Asgard
We’ll stand and we’ll laugh at the wretch whom you’re
calling your Lord
Refrain:
Join in the Wild Hunt
For wolves in sheeps clothing
Thor and Odin
We’ll never deny
Rampaging hordes
Of wolves in sheeps clothing
Feel our loathing
We’ll stand in your way
Our gods ain’t dead, they are just sleeping
In the trees, in the glades, in the rays of the sun
And even if you raise a few more crosses
All Pagandom rises, as our spirit lives on
8. Rejuvenation in Crimson
A darksome night, a gibbous moon
Illuminates the towering spires
In the city of night, as all fell silent
No single fire pierced through the night
But no one could sleep within the fortress
For in the tower of blood resides
The undying ancient Hag-Queen
In her cadaverous glory
Her sunken eyes glittered like crystals
Awaiting carnage to commence
Rejuvenation awaits
Beware
The screams as soon the portals
Of the temple fly open!
In obscene, macabre orgies the sisterhood of murder danced
Their naked bodies smeared with gore, they sang their songs
of decadence
Bloodchilling wailings of perverted pleasure they howled as
they brandished their ritual knives
Ready to honour the great Lord of Murder commited to take
countless innocent lives
Death Night comes round, I hold my ritual once year
By bathing in blood I shall restore my lost beauty
Mortified
A withered crone’s mourning her grace long passed by
untold aeons
One murderous Night
Her sisters collect what she needs to restore her old
proportions
Collect the victims lifeblood
Its all witches hour
Lock your doors and shiver and wait til dawnbreak
This night is witches night
Through windows barred through bolted doors
The brides of murder took their prey
They dragged their victims to the temple
Its yawning maw draped in flayed skin
Nothing was left of these unfortunates
But for their screams heard from within
Cruel gods adored in barbarous pleasure
Collect vermillion treasure
Sanguine liquid power
Drink their screams, cut their veins, revel in rituals obscene
On Death Night, witches night, the Lord of Murder’s with
his brides
Shedding skins, malicious grins, cutting out what lies within
Kill their lot, spill their guts drain them of their crimson
blood
A steaming cauldron s waiting
Your bathroom is prepared
Immerse yourself, renew yourself in the flood of life
Our Queen is born again
Death Night passed by and for the next forthcoming year
I shine like a flower of blood in my long lost beauty
The Witch Queen arises
Ascending in ravishing beauty from the cauldron of gore
Curvaceous pride
She revels in glory and sin as the years fell from her
Drink their screams, cut their veins revel in rituals obscene
On Death Night, witches night, the Lord of Murder’s with
his brides
Shedding skins malicious grins, cutting out what lies within
Kill their lot, spill their guts drain them of their crimson
blood
As Queen of seduction I praise the mighty Lord of Murder
In glory I’ll reign, as my depravity grows further
Challenging all, my beauty lies behind all measures
My age washed off by blood, Kains gift, greatest of treasures
9. To Walk Upon the Wiccan Way
The moon is high, a perfect night
The fire reflects on bodies naked
In Nature’s praise, the circle’s closed
To celebrate for what we’ve waited
Birth of the sun, the turn’s complete
Earth renews in sparkling splendour
Beneath the sky, in fullmoon’s light
It is reborn what once was ended
On one enchanted glade
We dance and celebrate
One perfect Imbolc night
And praise the Godess high
Bridge:
Demeter,Hecate, Astarte, Diana
Gaia, Kali-Ma, Isis, Inanna
Behold, Children of Pagandom
The Young God’s powers are now reborn
Demeter, Hecate, Astarte, Diana
Gaia, Kali-Ma, Isis, Inanna
Fulfill the Druid’s legacy
The Wheel must spin eternally
Refrain:
Join us to celebrate
The Pagan Way
Praise Nature’s harmony and glory
Within the endless Wheel
Don’t walk astray
As we will walk upon the Wiccan Way
Spoken Words:
I am the Allfather, I know no forgiveness
My son bore the cross, to show the right way
If you deny my royalty and live on as heathens
Then you’ll be thrown in the Abyss for all eternity
The Christian God won’t dominate
And we won’t turn our backs to Nature
Our mother cannot be our slave
Such was the wisdom of the ancients
Love and Hate, Darkness and Light
Stand firm as One, cannot be parted
Nature destroys and gives new life
Infinite ways cannot be thwarted
Turn back the cross of Christ
And follow Natures ways
United, proud and free
For all eternity
Refrain
Bridge
Refrain
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