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We ride the ancient spirit

Cold flames are ruin down

The rise of satisfaction

Is burning to the ground

The mist of secret hills

Across the ancient road

To the house of Holy Spirit

Is haunted by the goat

Flames of darkness shine ahead

Crushing smoke with empty fire

Emptiness will come instead

Like a burning sick desire

Within the ancient spirit

Crushing thunder falling down

Holy fever comes apart

Blessing sunshine against the crowd

Harmless salvation, nemesis of hell

Into the abyss of fire

Open gates of despair to dwell

Follow the road of the goat