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“Drums of the Horned One”. DE

V6

Intro In the circle drawn in ash and bone, We call the name that shakes the throne. No cross, no chain, no holy light— Only drums… and the Horned One’s might. Beneath the moon that bleeds in red, The elders speak what saints have fled. A shadow walks on cloven feet, Where fire and forest smoke both meet. He does not beg, he does not plead, He plants the dark and sows the seed. The ground erupts in blackened flame, And whispers rise to speak his name. Call: Who rides the storm when prayers are torn? Response: The Horned One! The Horned One! Call: Who wears the night like battle horn? Response: The Horned One! The Horned One! Devil! Devil! Beat of the ancient drum! Devil! Devil! Where the lost ones come! In the pulse of the earth, in the blood, in the bone, We are his children, we are his own! Devil! Devil! King of the unseen flame! Devil! Devil! Whisperer of our name! He walks through markets, walks through thrones, In every heart where fear has grown. Not just a beast with eyes of fire, But every doubt, each dark desire. The priest who trembles, blind and pale, The soldier drunk on holy ale, The lover cursing heaven’s gate— All feed the beast they love to hate. Call: Who breaks the chains of heaven’s lie? Response: The Horned One! The Horned One! Call: Who teaches man to stand and die? Response: The Horned One! The Horned One! Devil! Devil! Beat of the ancient drum! Devil! Devil! Where the lost ones come! In the pulse of the earth, in the blood, in the bone, We are his children, we are his own! Devil! Devil! King of the unseen flame! Devil! Devil! Whisperer of our name! Ash to ash, and flame to flame, Every sin sings out his name. Drum to drum, and vein to vein, He is the storm, he is the rain. No savior comes on wings of white, Only horns that pierce the night. Kneel to none, but bow to none— Rise as one beneath the sun… of blackened fire. Devil! Devil! Beat of the ancient drum! Devil! Devil! Where the lost ones come! In the pulse of the earth, in the blood, in the bone, We are his children, we are his own! Devil! Devil! King of the unseen flame! Devil! Devil! Whisperer of our name! Drums… still beating… Name… still speaking… Horned One… never sleeping… In us… forever… creeping.........