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(See comment* below)

A lesser number my humble sacrifice
Will it suffice will it really suffice
Ancient relics haunt the past
Seventy by number for how long will they last

You are gone
You are forlorn
You are gone
What this means to me

Pick your path along wish and desire
The goat is on fire it really is on fire
Precautions sickness consequences perfect
A goat is on fire on fire on fire

You are gone
You are forlorn
I will never find you
You are gone
You are forlorn
What this means to me

Carry the load as the flames rise higher
Incision by hands consecrates my reign
Seventy by number in a line for the fire

Now you’ll see what those visions will mean
Now you’re filled with wisdom from me
Now you’ll see what those visions will mean
Now you’re filled with anxiety

You are gone
You are forlorn
I will never find you
You are gone
You are forlorn
What this means to me

Lyrics (C) 2000 Magnus Borgström / Mikael Drackner. All rights reserved.

(*) These lyrics demand an explanation. Quite some time ago, we received an email from a guy who had a suggestion for a music video. It was an occult kind of video; a procession with goats being slaughter and put to the fire, and priests in long robes chanting and carrying out rather interesting ceremonies. The reason for his idea, we were then told, was that seventy goats on a farm outside of Jönköping in Sweden had to be slaughtered because they had caught a dangerous disease. This guy called himself a friend of animals and said that burning the bodies was the correct thing to do, to minimise the risk of transmitting the disease. And, of course, the slaughtering of the goats would be carried out under the supervision of a veterinarian.

We just couldn’t stop laughing.