The  Goatriders  Horde  -  3  Inches  of  Blood

  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  goatrider  horde