Goat-Man

Stalker of night terrors A shadow lurking in the corner Darkened figure of the forest A hushed rumor clad in black A family dog gone missing The search led to the woods Its head was severed cleanly The body nowhere to be found There could only be one culprit Distant brayings made that clear A chill emanating from Zug Road So began the reign of the Goat-Man The avatar of Satan Or merely hubris made flesh A product of ambition Arrogance and knowledge-lust Or something far, far older Summoned by dark ritual Sent forth from the deepest hells Left hand of the Lord of Lies Seven feet tall Standing on cloven hooves Horned, bearded, bedraggled Brandishing a headsman's axe Pets were just the beginning The goat had larger prey in mind Lovers' lanes ripe for harvest Lust met with violent demise The corpse-count kept on rising Fourteen in as many years Dare not stray into the forest The Goat-Man lives, indeed Still it haunts the backwoods Feasting below a rusted bridge Slumbering in musty caves Nourished by the darkness Again will come the terror Visions of a blood-soaked axe Wielded by clawed, inhuman hands Curved horns back-lit by the moon A champion of ruin With no passion but for death An engine of destruction Forever stalking forests Howling winds carry its call