Saille - Upon the Idol of Crona lyrics

Ride on backs of goats Lured by glory Towards the home of Nol To pledge our allegiance We are nighthaunts, they say For we thieve at night We murder and pillage And we conspire Against the state and clergy I abjure god And the holy mother And I make vow An unbreakable oath To Satan Ride Drink A strange old brew A method for bonding That makes us so Delirious That makes of us Buckriders In blackest of nights We flock together In houses and caves That spawn fear in the bravest Our rites are unholy Our future looks poorly But our loyalty has rarely been seen Christum Jesum ich Absage Und dem teufel falle zu Christi mutter von mir jage Jetz frey morden stehen thu I abjure christba*tard And the holy who*e And I pledge Allegiance To Satan Over huis, over tuin, over staak… En dat tot Keulen in de wijnkelder… Ride An oath is sworn Upon the idol Of Crona And of saint-michael The trampler