Out where the land is darker Out where the valley is cold A place veiled in shadow Where few would dare to go Calling here my saviors As far as their blessings will go Pay your tithes and penance To Sankt Milo the Goat Down the perilous passage Emerges a tale of woe Where the traveller's end is nigh And monsters claim your soul Pray thee watch with mercy Hold back the undertow Praise be the grace and glory Of Sankt Milo the Goat When the shadows are heavy Reaching the end of the road When all seems dark and empty And there's nowhere left to go Look for the light to guide your way For a little bit of hope Remember to send your love and thanks To Sankt Milo the Goat Where the dark comes to keep you And silence engulfs your soul Where shadows seem forever And light is a useless goal Kneel down and whisper your prayers Before ghosts take hold of your throat All hail our righteous hero Our Sankt Milo the Goat All hail our righteous hero Our Sankt Milo the Goat