Iapethos - The Drawing lyrics

The path... the circle... The cemetary... blasphemy As the calm light from the skies is darkened by the grey clouds The balance of life and d**h now only maintained by darkness The ground of the dead is waiting for an entry... Entry of those who have pa**ed... entry of the dead... They once drew the goat... Craving... in lust, with fear They once drew the goat... The voice, the horror, the horns. The parade of faceless thin shadows was moving slowly Floating silently as repeating their funeral journey Surrouded by the black burial chambers The monuments built in honour of time and it's d**hly touch As the mist is floating on these endless alleys of creepers and fallen leaves Soon would it withdraw into the dark burial chambers Lost are the blinded on this funeral landscape This desolate ground slowly would lose their tracks To wander they chose in the darkness below They once drew the goat... The key... the rite... They once saw the goat... The path... the end