Grown as high as sun
Black horns deep in time

Se was cold as death
Had holes in her eyes

Bow down to the one
Big black Geryon's throne

Waiting deep beneath the waves
Stars dying on his face
Ancient drums making the call
Who's bleeding upon me?

Chrysaor's pride within the flames
Keeper of the mountains high
Three heads rise again
Spread your wings and show 'em how

Bow down to wood and stone
Come down to worship god

Father
Son

Taste the flesh, flesh of christ
Drink the blood, blood from christ

Holy
Ghost

Stabat mater dolorosa
Iuxta crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebat filius

Cuius animam gementem
Contristatam ac dolentem
Pertransivit gladius

Estaba la madre afligida
Llorando junto a la cruz
De la que pendía su hijo

Su alma quejumbrosa,
Apesadumbrada y gimiente
Atravesada por una espada

Who broke the wings that I gave you
Who told your eyes were untrue
Who raped the son that succeeds you
Who putted your feet out of youth

Who stained the star that I bring you
Who rised the flag of no-land
Who blamed the hand that would feed you
Who sings the song without end

Without mercy twice it comes
With poor wings and eyes to burn
Meaningless making the fall
As the arrival from unknown

Too numb to feel
Hear the wheeping goat

Havoc's here to take its own
Future maybe let to grow

Too numb to feel
Hear the wheeping goat