"In the Barn of the Goat Giving Birth to Satan's Spawn in a Dying World of Doom" Out Now
Listen to “In the Barn of the Goat Giving Birth to Satan's Spawn in a Dying World of Doom” now & watch the official video HERE. Video directed by Shan Dan Horan.
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Plus, very limited quantities of signed vinyl are available. New album God Of Angels Trust coming June 6th.
NOTE FROM MICHAEL:
I had so much fun writing these lyrics. It's about the outcasts and fallen angels of God — all the angels that were cast out of Heaven. And I'm being told to collect them in this big wagon and bring them to a barn.
There's a ritual going on where the fallen angels are being sacrificed to Satan's spawn to create soldiers for a new dark kingdom. So, instead of inviting my lady out to go to the cinema, I say, 'I have something better. You have to see what's going on in this barn... we've been invited to see the birth of Satan’s spawn and watch the world go down. How about that?
I think some people will read the lyrics and go, 'What’s wrong with this dude?' But, it's all for fun. It's like a silly horror movie. Or is it?
LYRICS:
Coughing on the ground like an old used automobile
I saw the light of time, the sun was burning fields
And when The Angel’s fall, banished from the sky
I lace my dirty boots and drag the wagon for a ride
I walk the night
I walk the night
Pounding sweat, the fever cheats the creepy mind
Pleading agony from the wagons plague of Christ
Chanting masquerade, the crooked souls on fire
Into the circle and raise your glass of wine
I walk the line
I walk the night
I am the night
Baby, we’re going out in the barn tonight
Put on your silky dress
I got a bloody appetite
A day for the masses
They call it reborn
By the power of thunder
The cross will hit the ground
So baby, you saw the burning fields as I…
Baby, see the black moon rise above
A blood red sky that feats the calling of the horned one
The white gates of heaven will turn to dust
The wagon with angels will be fed for the one
So baby, open up your pretty eyes
In the barn of the goat, giving birth to Satan’s spawn in a dying world of doom
