Chicken Dance - Goatlord

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

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

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…