The goat

From human womb a goat is born
The five-point star between his horns
His yellow eyes glow with hate
He speaks of lies to seal man’s fate.

His cloven hooves shall crush the world
The cruelest hate to be unfurled
He shall make war on all the lands
In days of fire who’ll make a stand?

To satisfy his age-old greed
He plots to gain the power he needs
To place himself above all man
And rule the world with an iron hand
The goat makes slaves of all our lives
March to your graves as all hope dies
The burning ash darkens the air
The goat is lord, now cry despair!