Feeling the march of the fury unleashed

Impaling the soldiers of God

Smell of sulphur hot on the wind

Left by the goatriders horde

The thundering roar of the cloven hoof

The goatriders horse descends with the storm

I am eternal I walk the night

I am the reaper of souls

Cold iron blades they cannot stop me

Where I am from no one knows

I am in command

Impervious to fire

Impervious to steel

Merciless vengeance

Dealt by their strike

Treachery stalking evil command

Cloven hoofed steed I ride

Armies of horns descend on the gates

Hatred burns their eyes

Walls of stone cannot stop them

Too weak are the spells of old

At the sound of their banshee cry

The hearts of all grow cold

Fueled by the fears of man

To slake the unquenchable thirst

I'm in command

The goatriders horde