Teksty: Goatlord. Chicken Dance.

Deep in the mist of the enchanted bayou
Dwellers of the swamp are forming a circle
Mosquitoes swarm around naked bodies
They come to drink the blood of the fowl
As they stand in the dense quagmire
Witch doctors apply sense of Hell
Their flesh glissens in the fire
My eyes bleed as I watch

[chorus]
Choking on a bone
Chicken's blood

Through the smoke I see her tied
Unable to free her wrists
They chant and cackle tongue
The chicken's blood is so sweet
The sky is calling me to join
The tribe is standing around the fire
Payote affects them all
I must join their weird cult

[chorus]
Chicken dance
Choking on chicken's bones

As you enter the chicken's home
You will find that you are not
In his same mind...