Goat Riders Horde

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 horde 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