Chords for Volbeat - In the Barn of the Goat Giving Birth to Satan’s Spawn in a Dying World of Doom
Tempo:
131.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bb
G
Ab
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
I'm a man of my word.
I saw a lot of tires on the burning fields.
fall, the bad news from the sky.
dirty boots and crack a wagon for a ride.
night, I walk the night.
[D] On this wet, the fever cheeks look creepy mine.
from the wagon's wake of cries.
Chains of masquerade, the crooked stones fall fly.
I saw a lot of tires on the burning fields.
fall, the bad news from the sky.
dirty boots and crack a wagon for a ride.
night, I walk the night.
[D] On this wet, the fever cheeks look creepy mine.
from the wagon's wake of cries.
Chains of masquerade, the crooked stones fall fly.
100% ➙ 132BPM
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Bb
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Ab
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I'm a man of my word.
Jumping on the ground like an old used automobile.
_ _ I saw a lot of tires on the burning fields.
And when the angels fall, the bad news from the sky.
_ I'll [D] lace my dirty boots and crack a wagon for a ride.
I walk the night, _ _ _ _ _ I walk the night. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ On this wet, the fever cheeks look creepy mine.
_ _ Breathing agony from the wagon's wake of cries. _ _
Chains of masquerade, the crooked stones fall fly. _
Into the circles, Rachel glides a while.
I walk the night, _ _ _ _ _ _ I walk the night. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Night. _
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Baby, _ _ we're going home to the bar tonight. _ _ _ _ _ _
Put on this elegant dress, I got a bloody appetite.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [D]
I beg for the masses, the jokes of the rip-off.
Run the power of thunder, the cross running the dials.
Oh baby, _ _ you saw the burning fields outside. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Baby, _ _ I see the black moon rise above.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [D] A black red sky, the fears are drawing off a lot of [Bb] wood.
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Go and get some paper, I don't want tons of dust.
You're making wet angels from the ground above.
_ So baby, _ _ _ warming up your pretty _ eyes. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Hear the _ ball _ of the dove.
_ If _ ever, _ _ _ _ _ spawn in a dying [Dm] world of death. _ _ _
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I'm a man of my word.
Jumping on the ground like an old used automobile.
_ _ I saw a lot of tires on the burning fields.
And when the angels fall, the bad news from the sky.
_ I'll [D] lace my dirty boots and crack a wagon for a ride.
I walk the night, _ _ _ _ _ I walk the night. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ On this wet, the fever cheeks look creepy mine.
_ _ Breathing agony from the wagon's wake of cries. _ _
Chains of masquerade, the crooked stones fall fly. _
Into the circles, Rachel glides a while.
I walk the night, _ _ _ _ _ _ I walk the night. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Night. _
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [D]
Baby, _ _ we're going home to the bar tonight. _ _ _ _ _ _
Put on this elegant dress, I got a bloody appetite.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [D]
I beg for the masses, the jokes of the rip-off.
Run the power of thunder, the cross running the dials.
Oh baby, _ _ you saw the burning fields outside. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [D]
Baby, _ _ I see the black moon rise above.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [D] A black red sky, the fears are drawing off a lot of [Bb] wood.
_ _ _ _ [D]
Go and get some paper, I don't want tons of dust.
You're making wet angels from the ground above.
_ So baby, _ _ _ warming up your pretty _ eyes. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Hear the _ ball _ of the dove.
_ If _ ever, _ _ _ _ _ spawn in a dying [Dm] world of death. _ _ _
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