Voodoo Mass - Goatlord

Far Away, beyond the black sea

A temple of the accursed

Hordes they come, in an endless ride

Called by a distant whisper

A Place so vile

Was hidden in a mist far away

In a valley so vast and deep

Only unholiest cretures were beckoned there

Now they’ve reached the sacred shrine

They’re paying to a Pagan god

Rubing lamb’s blood on their chests

They float around a distant fire

A ritual so evil, the bloodiest orgy

That involved the speading of a curse

Vile than mankind know

Waiting in the jungle for the next crucifixion

Bangin skulls from vines in the fermented growth

Voodoo mass a tnight, mordid rituals fullfilled

Voodoo mass, Voodoo mass

Voodoo mass, Voodoo mass