The Goatriders 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 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