Horned crown of the horizon Gret ibex of the dusk Rising towards the upturned void Aloft this dirt-born husk Bone to dust Steel to rust Cast these ashes Upon raging guts Neath sickle moon Fly upon the air Fetch-formed furies Neath Luna's glare Earth sated with blood To nourish the seeds Bones trampled in mud By the Devil's steed I've ripped my hair And torn my skin To get my master's harvest in I've reeved all flesh For the mighty dead And blooded the field Neath the moon of red I've ripped my hair And torn my skin To get my master's harvest in I've reeved all flesh For the mighty dead And blooded the field Neath the moon red Horned crown of the horizon Great ibex of the dusk Rising towards the upturned void Aloft this dirt-born husk