The siren moans and I rise
And, in slow motion, I walk
Into my regimentals, I don’t need to think
I find myself armed, in line
And authorized to fire at a strike
But in a lightening my conscience’s back to me

I wanna ride the Black Goat
And use gold pins in black coats
So, I’ll be able to shot
May you believe it or not

I’ll be allowed to be back to the start
Move the left to the right
Heat and smoke bowl in my mind, borderline
On the road, burning miles
I'm gonna ride the Black Goat
Ride the Black Goat

But I'm still here, in this line
And I have orders to fire
Through a dull second some lives belong to me
But who could have any right
To rule above others’ lives?
Right now, I swear that my life won’t serve to this

And now I ride the Black Goat
Out of the streets, on the roads
With sulfur fire and steel spikes
My hammer conducts these rites

Bring out your dead, the chart calls
Let them be what you’re not, just for now
Own yourself is not so hard, you should try
Without square or compass
Do we now ride the White Horse?
Hide the Black Goat!